[The Lonely Wild Goose Cries in the West Wind]

Life is but a fleeting dream within a dream; the world is like the wind within the wind.

A fine verse about days gone by, lovely times and lovely scenes, spring breezes through peach and plum blossoms, enough to soothe a lifetime of dreams.

Today, I part from an old friend for good. At the fork in the road between north and south, you head far away to Xiaoxiang, while a lone wild goose cries into the west wind.