TAKING LEAVE OF WANG WEI
Slow and reluctant， I have waited
Day after day， till now I must go.
How sweet the road-side flowers might be
If they did not mean good-bye， old friend.
The Lords of the Realm are harsh to us
And men of affairs are not our kind.
I will turn back home， I will say no more，
I will close the gate of my old garden.