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. 5FaSNfQ1ab+yVf6T8jNjx25GxP8G1bOhU637ATu5R66bLgZq3djr4VYfOBJO2wrA
