When Will We Meet Again?

What night is this, as I gather the river grass in the middle of the stream? What day is this, as I get to share a boat with the prince? Though I am ashamed to be favored, I do not resent the scorn and disgrace.

My heart is restless, yet I cannot let go. I have come to know the prince. The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches. I love you, but you do not know.

Everyone’s wisdom has its limits. Some people are landmarks others can only ever hope to reach.

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