Crows under sunset trigger my sorrow
- Poetry of Xin Qiji

Crows under sunset trigger my sorrow,

only the little grass by the pond is still cute.

If i haven't fallen in love with you,

i'll never believe that my hairs can turn white in one day.

You've left me years ago,but i still weep for you.

here i ascend the attic because i yearn for you.

Even the mountains shade the sky you fly,

i still lean on the balustrade trying to find something.