An ancient poem expressing missing, a poem expressing missing lover.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, you suddenly dream of going home, and Xiao Xuan window is dressing up. No words care for each other, no words tears a thousand lines. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.