I came back where we broke the willow twigs
- Poetry of Nalan Xingde

I came back where we broke the willow twigs,

riding the horse to walk through here silently,

all i felt is the whistle of the autumn wind.

Withered grass stretched out to the skyline,

only the whine of wild geese i heard.

The hardship of the journey i don't fear,

hiding the yearning to write down poems silently,

all i hate is the disillusion of our love legend.

Tomorrow i'd go further with the heartbroken wine,

only the whisper of new rain i heard.