Wang Jian
Waiting for him alone
Where the river goes by,
She turns into a stone
Gazing with longing eye.
Atop the hill from day to day come wind and rain;
The stone should speak to see her husband come again. WrkdjVpHmv6X8L2pA9fZdgmtqlsYQ8Zmtn3Vv6/uCRoCWn22ps4dUIf9PMDAnP4R
