You no longer recognize me; you called me "barbarian" and cast me far away. Now, in these southern river towns…
You no longer recognize me; you called me "barbarian" and cast me far away.
Now, in these southern river towns, all I hear is the endless murmuring of water. Perhaps the memories of Celestial Spring Station have faded from your heart.
I once cursed the sea of sand for having no boat to bring me home. Now, I myself have become a boat, adrift on the current.
To what shore, then, could I possibly return?