But for your life these too are late. I've failed you in more ways than one. To compose a new song, urging myself to talk about sorrow. Xin QiJi Tr. In her golden chamber there is nobody to see the tear-streaked scars.
White water rushes round the eastern town.
Right here is where, alone and restless, he Begins a journey of a thousand miles. While travelers' intents are fleeting clouds, A friend's affection is a setting sun. He waves good-bye, and as he goes from here, His dappled horse lets out a lonely neigh. With a charming look and a becoming smile. While the clouds gather beneath me.