When dove flies,
Saw the mahjong table of ave lane:
One desk, one desk another desk.
Number gets its mouth foam.
When dove sleeps,
Heard the big concert with far close far and near:
The scrape, the scrape the scrape.
Lian Meng is pursy brows.
And the person of rub mahjong no matter these,
Still day hits nocturnal rub.
Till hemp day,
Till sauce the life,
Until call phonate sound ache and happiness!
Final finally,
Wash white is mortal will:
Insist to fight to the bitter end,
Does mahjong harmony live?
