as the sun's waning light / hits the remains of the shower / birds fly home / through the evening mist
on the lake as i turn my head / white clouds enfold the blue mountains
old friends are no longer here / han river still flows east / where is the old man xiang-yang / his village forsaken / only the mountains and river remain
birds in flight in an open sky / autumn colors returning to the mts / up and down up and down hua zi gang / year after year hill after hill / desolate journeys without end.
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