/ Untitled (To see each other...)
To see each other, difficult, to part, also difficult.
The east wind lacks force, a hundred flowers pale.
When spring’s silkworm arrives at death, its filaments have reached exhaustion.
Beeswax candles grey, then their tears begin to dry.
The mirror of dawn is only grieving the aging of your cloud mane.
Night incantations should feel moonlight’s cold.
There is not much road left to Penglai Mountain.
Bluebird, as much as in you lies, search out a glimpse for me.
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