A Song of Longing

My lover came riding a bamboo horse, circling my bed and playing with green plums.

We lived together in Changgan Lane, and as children had no suspicions between us.

She sat on an old-fashioned swing, holding a poem in one hand. She recited it, her voice rising and falling.

"Hmm... Who did Li Bai write this poem for?"

She looked behind her. He kept pushing her higher, grinning as he said:

"You and me."