Divided from you, I lament alone under the skies of Yeh-lang.
In my moonlit house seldom a message arrives;
I watch the wild geese all go north in the spring.
And they come south — but not a letter from Yu-chang.
In my moonlit house seldom a message arrives;
I watch the wild geese all go north in the spring.
And they come south — but not a letter from Yu-chang.
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