The cold rain is bleak
Parting
Walking up the road, I heard the cuckoo singing
The sheng and flutes were scattered, like a rootless floating Ping
Having spent half my life making wedding dresses for others
The wind is gentle and the water is full
But I see a long pavilion and a short pavilion
Clouds Light, Liu Qingqing
The singing is still there, but the wine glass is poured
The past is full of laughter and words
Welcome the colorful clouds and send off the dusk
Liu Wai The soul is broken in the sky above the building
There is a song called "Mountains, Water, and Mountains" which is about separation. You can listen to it