The River of Stars Shines Not on the Tower of an Old Friend

Ten years of spring clouds rolled by after they parted at the ferry crossing.

She lied that she was getting married, then wasted away alone in an empty house.

He rose to high office, yet could never forget the woman beneath the lamps in Nanzhou.

A long-delayed letter laid bare every hidden feeling.

By the time he returned home from a thousand miles away, his old love had been dead for three years.

Two lines of a fragmentary poem held a lifetime of regret.

The river of stars shines on through eternity, but will never again light the little house of old.