The Morning Wind Blows Through the Northern Woods (Liang Yan)

○ Morning Breeze Swift flies the morning breeze, amid the thick northern woods. I have not seen my lord, and my heart is filled with anxious longing. How can it be, how can it be, that he has forgotten me so completely? On the mountain grow clustered oaks; in the marsh, six-striped horses. I have not seen my lord, and my heart knows no joy. How can it be, how can it be, that he has forgotten me so completely? On the mountain grow clustered crabapples; in the marsh, pear trees. I have not seen my lord, and my heart is as if drunk with sorrow. How can it be, how can it be, that he has forgotten me so completely? Theme: