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. BYjPGqSUT69V5bz2DZoZzUGnL4CUfWeApV7sDtPLFr0ZSqlFkEtCSxRH08TW7tkZ