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. /SXxmo3HK8FDfT8RfXfAKMwX9lHAby9rr7FVnUN+fj9NbuLmU3W7ft3cqGVWEl9l
