The Naihe Bridge

My soul did lament as time flew by; Nothing it longs, but time to pass dry. Longing for bridge, no mortals could cross. That forgotten bridge, that I did cross! With fading glory, and full of regrets. That bitter soup, made better – no regrets. Like thorns in rose meant for my love sorrow and joy dominate, worldly love It still grieves me to think, what meaning it holds? those who Crossed, are gone, thus futility it holds!