"Farewell Meng, Haoran to Guangling" by Li, Bai
In the third lunar month,
catkins are smoky, and flowers are blooming.
My friend says goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower,
and he will go to Yangzhou by a boat.
I see the lone boat and shadow of the sail,
moving farther and farther into the distance.
Gradually it disappears over the deep blue horizon,
where the water and sky meet.
In the meanwhile,
I only see the rolling Changjiang River towards the sky.