The green mountain situated in front the North Wall.
The white river surrounded the East City.
Here we saying Goodbye.
Like the flying Horseweed,
straying along thousand miles.
The floating cloud ,felt like the traveler's mind.
The setting sun,seemed like our old friendship.
Waving goodbye and left each other.
Crying there were our departed old horses.
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