Staring

I'll always love you
However long we're parted
My beloved's distance is like a drought.
Alone, standing still,
My heart taut inside me,
I stare at clouds gone, gone far away,
Stare at birds flown, flown into nothingness.
Useless staring always ends like this:
Pearl tears that won't be wiped dry.
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Zhang Shuai
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