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. 0JO8l6+8CGpK/XMxmKbejknJujn8/vL+pyU96huNNzr3gENAbysqHkOZy0cI2nRI