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. fPwvtN4TSLKnahruBh8v4DYNgTefeOEl2dHtloSC2/ft4WS6Rk9NeDf8ER9c8J9Q
