Perhaps, millions of years ago,
The tears left behind by sorrowful clouds
Turned into fine rain, dancing on the wind;
Perhaps, millions of years from now,
One rain shower's carefree wanderings
Will fulfill the clouds' thousand-year dream.
The halo of the North Star transmigrates across a thousand years of sky and shines down upon the world.
Have you forgotten the undying vow we made a thousand years ago?
I will wait in loneliness, waiting for the moment we meet again...
