"Farewell" by Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky
The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, acquaintances are scattered
Life is rarely about reunions, only separations are many
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky
I asked you when will you return here, and don’t linger when you come back
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, my close friends are half scattered
A pot of turbidity will scatter all the remaining joy, farewell tonight Menghan