Coming is an empty promise:
you're gone and nowhere to be found.
The moon slants over the house
as the fifth watch bell starts to sound.
Vainly in my dreams,
I cried over your departure;
Pale are the words hastily written
in ink not well ground.
The candle illuminates half cage
of gold-threaded kingfisher;
The hibiscus-embroidered curtain
releases the scent of musk around.
Master Liu complained
Penglai Mount was remote,
But you're ten thousand times
farther away from Penglai Mount.