"Across the Boundless Sea, How Many Mortal Aeons" - Opening verse: Reflections on the Southern Sands

...Reflections on the Southern Sands...

In stillness, the slanting sun shone upon ancient sands.

Sea and sky darkened toward night; only sunset's lingering glow remained.

Aboard a drifting boat, we spoke drunkenly of affairs through the ages.

Smiling, we watched gulls and ripples chase the foaming waves.

...Guan Pingchao...