The person I miss day and night, she is on the other side of the river.
Sailing against the current to pursue her is dangerous and long.
Looking downstream, she seems to be in the middle of the water.
The reeds are lush by the river, and the dew is not dry in the morning.
My ghost, she's on the other side of the river.
Sailing against the current to pursue her, the road is bumpy and difficult to climb.
Looking downstream, she seems to be on a small piece of land in the water.