“O mortals that sin, what is love?
that binds beyond life on earth,
to all corners in pairs we fly,
braving summer and winter by and by,
union is bliss, parting is woe,
agony is boundless, for a lovelorn soul.
Give me words of sincerity,
trail of clouds drifting over mountains capped with snow,
Wither shall my lonesome shadow now to go.” _ Lee Mok Sau
“In pairs I see, here nurse this wing,
none could give a gentle hand to lend a soothing.
By nature’s womb mankind are born,
crude they have come, as they deform
thought they to sought love for all seasons,
cruel as they lust for more than is given.
And love is said by tongues of plenty,
perish by loathing still with many.
Upward to the sky, hazy with blue,
watch pairs in flight to their immortal tombs.” _ Yuan