By the green riverside, the grass grows tall. I long for a distant road I cannot follow. Yet in dreams, I saw …
By the green riverside, the grass grows tall. I long for a distant road I cannot follow. Yet in dreams, I saw it long ago.
Once a path is chosen, it must be walked to its end.
Never mind the raging winds or the muddy Bian River.
Lost the string of your soul, in exchange for that cloak.