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. T3zWjiivTSyA0qs4oGLRzerLJnYV7FF4BAla+p7yyYF09V4ghhW42Kpqn2gMrX1S
