Classic Poem

Over the pillow I made a thousand kinds of vows:
If you want me to stop loving you, then you must wait until the green mountains crumble,
Until iron floats on top of water,
Even until the Yellow River becomes dry

Until Orion appears in broad daylight,
Until the Big Dipper points south;
If you want me to stop, I cannot stop yet,
You must wait until the sun is seen at the third watch of the night.