Hill at mutual escort stop <br />Day dusk shut wood door <br />Spring grass next year green <br />Prince offspring return not return <br /> <br />We bid each other farewell beside the hill, <br />As day meets dusk, I close the wooden gate. <br />Next year, in spring, there will be green grass again, <br />But will my honoured friend return?<br /><br />Wang Wei<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-ii/
