Li Ling is buried in the sands of Hu.

Su Wu has returned to the homes of Han.

Far, far, the Five Spring Pass,

Sorrowful to see the flower-like snow.

He is gone, separated, by a distant country,

But his thoughts return,

Long sighing in grief.

Toward the Northwest

Wild geese are flying.

If I sent a letter—so—to the edge of Heaven.