Wang Ya
（I）
In bygone years alone in empty room did I stay
To dream of the mountains of homeland far away
Seeing no wild geese bringing me your letter now
I only find the new moon like your arching brow. WvkHC6h6G/cCj7dWi+uRtIDtlx5868j+uDPRrqcT/hDLu+9woXssGYfAvP9j7/mq
