Poems of Li Ye
I Resent Missing You
People talk about the deep blue sea
But it's not half equal to the depth of missing you.
The ocean still has a distant shore
But missing you goes on and on forever.
I carry my lute up into a high tower
Where there is nothing but the bright light of the moon.
I play a "missing you" song
But pretty soon the strings break my heart.
I think that if you have to miss someone forever, if there is no possible end to it, then that someone might well be dead. It could be that this poem and the poem Sending Red Blossoms are for her dead husband.