To a Girl-Friend I Met the Winter Before Last
Thinking of you I have mixed feelings,
they are water, they are bitter.
I took our meeting for a casual experience,
sad that you have given it so deep a meaning.
Here I am far, far away from a great city;
we are living at two poles with no chance of ever meeting again.
Tears fill my eyes as I pray to you:
Don’t wait for me and while away your youth.
（Rewi Alley 译）