Poetry describing distance

Travel again and again

The Han Dynasty was anonymous.

You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.

Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.

The road is so dangerous and far away, when I meet you, can I know when?

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.

The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.

Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.

Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.

There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.