I forgot to die, he said. How deep it is. Reminded me A Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

The sun on the hill forgot to die,

And the lilies revived,

and the dragon-fly Came back to dream on the river.

And the Farewell By Master Hong Yi:

长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天，

晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。

天之涯，海之角，知交半零落，

一瓢浊酒尽余欢，今宵别梦寒。 Read the rest of this entry »