At first light, you ride
swiftly over the village bridge;
Plum blossoms fall
on the stream and unmelted snow.
With the days short and the weather cold,
it’s sad to see a guest depart;
The Ch’u Mountains are boundless,
and the road, remote.
translated by Mike O’Connor
I read, loneliness.
Well he lived alone for a long time and regardless of the peace one may find in solitude, there is also a longing for companionship, too.