Reeds grow thick and gray, white dew turns to frost. The one I long for is on the far bank.
I trace the river upstream to find them, but the way is blocked and long. I follow the current downstream, and there they seem to stand in midstream.
Reeds grow lush and green, white dew has yet to dry. The one I long for is on the riverbank.
I trace the river upstream to find them, but the way is blocked and steep. I follow the current downstream, and there they seem to stand on a sandbar.
Reeds grow thick and abundant, white dew has yet to fade. The one I long for is by the water's edge.
I trace the river upstream to find them, but the way is blocked and winding. I follow the current downstream, and there they seem to stand on a little island.
Theme:
I seem to see the affectionate man swimming upstream and downstream, not afraid of the hardships and dangers along the way, just to see his sweetheart.
It's so poetic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Author's reply: thank you