Wisps of clouds brush the mountains, the sky meets withered grass. The horn's last echo fades beyond the city gates. I pause my journey, raising a farewell cup in fleeting company. How many memories of distant Penglai yet all in vain, as misty dusk shrouds the past. Beyond the setting sun, countless crows in the cold sky, while waters wind around a lonely village.
A heart in sorrow at this moment of parting, a scented sachet quietly untied, a silken belt lightly undone. All for nothing, leaving only a name of fleeting love behind. When shall we meet again? Only tear-stained sleeves remain. In this place of sorrow, I gaze at the distant city walls, where the lanterns flicker into the dusk.