The Ancient fairy and castle crane
The Ancient fairy has flown away,
riding on a yellow crane,
all that is left is the empty tower of the crane.
The crane has flown never to return, and now for hundreds and thousands of years
there will only be white clouds drifting.
Under the sun in Han yang, the trees are clearly discernible,
even the fragrant and thick grass on parrot island are clearly visible.
But as the drifts towards the evening dusk, one asks where one's
home land is, the lingering and mystifying
mists above the rivers adds to one's sadness.