Red Sugar

One jin of red sugar

Is all I ask for my Christmas

The people's fuel

Given without pretension

For a cold winter's day

Coarse and unrefined

Bitter sweet reward

At the end of a long hard season

Red sugar

Dissolved in hot water

Swallowed down the people's throats

Warming their empty stomachs

Coursing madly through their burning blood

Keeping back the cold