I was sitting on a large, towering rock at the height of the mountain, carefully watching the dusk settling over the village hills. A gentle breeze was spreading through the village’s plane trees. The leaves of the trees were swaying just like my heart, stirred by memories of you.
It’s been quite some time now that I have been the shepherd of these mountains and their beautiful natural landscapes, guarding them. I have not made a loss in this trade, for where once I quenched my thirst with the beauty of your face, I now find solace in the splendor of the moon. If I do not have the light of your eyes, the shining faces of the stars bring peace to my heart.
Where your voice used to fill my ears, now my flute plays, carrying a melody that closely resembles your sweet sound. Where your youth and vitality once thrived, now the roaring of the river has taken over. I know that none of this can fill the void you’ve left behind; the emptiness within me is visible, just like how natural beauty disappears in winter.
Truly, you were the sky, and I was the earth. Our story remained unresolved, and I was left broken forever, with your memories scattered across these vast lands. Sometimes, these memories even anger this wide earth, turning the sky into thunder, lightning, and rain, just like my state.