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The blue sea is as smooth as mirror,
A road stretches to the Stage Jasper,
I should then have gone with my sweet heart
From whom I hastily decided to part
Where can I find her among th'boundless hill and river?
Heavy mists shroud her bower fragrant,
Dusts fell on her deluxe divan,
Whither do I send her a letter?
I' scend the tower to see as far as I can at vesper,
Falling upon Phonenix leaves is a ceaseless rain.