The drifting clouds, distant and vast,
I wish they could convey my message.
Yet floating above, they are beyond reach,
Vainly we trust our loving thoughts to them.
When people separate they always reunite,
You alone, sir, have not returned.
Since you went away,
My bright mirror lies dim, untended.
My love for you is as the flowing waters,
How can there ever be an end?

translated by Ronald C. Miao