< 刀郎 >
Since you left, tenderness was lost.
But I waiting at the snow mountain far away,
Listening to the wind whistled still. As far as the eyes could see, the wind cut me just like a knife
on my face.I could not see the sky whether is blue or not, speechless with the vast plateau.
I remembered you promising me will not be missing.
But you had followed the south-bounded migratory birds and flew so far.
My love like a broken kite line cannot hold your oath.
I was on the top of snow-capped mountains waiting for a warmth of spring,
and in the meanwhile waiting for the goose which would return after the melting snow.
Love is too difficult to continue and go back to our past time.