Lonely me
Beauty has not yet aged when love is already broken, leaning diagonally by the incense cage until dawn. Suddenly seeing the color of willows at the street corner, I regret having taught my husband to seek a noble title. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the tail of the Yangtze. Day after day I think of you but do not see you, we drink from the same Yangtze River. When will this water ever cease? When will this sorrow end? I only wish your heart is like mine, surely it will not betray the feelings of longing.
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