Yearning
Wang Guozhen

What I said and repeated
You promise
You'll never forget.
What you told and retold
I've enclosed in my soul.

To us,
Memory is a calendar,
Whose pages will never be torn off,
Never wear out.

Our meeting is short,
Our yearning endless.
By the brook of time,
No pebble but many shining lines.
When you miss me,
Please look at the sky.
Amid sparkling stars,
There's a devoted eye
That keeps searching for you
From on high.