Suddenly I see geese flying south, gently carrying autumn from my old home. We look but do not recognize each…
Suddenly I see geese flying south, gently carrying autumn from my old home.
We look but do not recognize each other; singing long, I cherish the gathering of herbs.
Alone in the Mirage Mirror Pavilion, I gaze far at the white jade hook.
I wish to send a word beyond the clouds, but the road is long and no one receives it.
How can the boat reach the shore? This parting grief is too heavy to bear!
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