Falling Star I cannot bear to see you falling down from the noble sapphire to a grimy mire. Your chaste light should never be marred by the dirty mud or caught by coarse hands or teased by vulgar tongues. I want you to remain whole and clean, so I wish you die soon or break into pieces or burn off chastely as a pure martyr lost in the sky.
[转] Since your departure Moon cold, Sea lone, Seeking you around, Beyond the horizon. You in my heart graven, A cypress on a mountain. I basked in your smile, Like the sky clinging her bright. Blue hills, Wandering rills, Searching your appearance, Amongst moors of men. My love will never weaken, Even sun won't rise, dawn won't waken. So far as we meet again, Silver stars will rain from heaven.