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Green hill across north wall White water wind east city This place one do parting Lone tumbleweed ten thousand li journey Drift clouds traveller thought Set sun old friend feeling Wave hand from this go Neigh part horse call |
Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li. Drifting clouds echo the traveller's thoughts, The setting sun reflects my old friend's feelings. You wave your hand and set off from this place, Your horse whinnies as it leaves. |