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. UWsmJ/bysjGkOvKqR3WNI/IIRqUKt5rq/sSRWOgv4Jyf/XjD3Twpif/ehNn2JR1Z
