One Thought, a Mortal Life · Stubborn and Foolish by Nature · 01 / 102
· Murmured in Sleep
The water pavilion, as ever, is full of spring's scattered sounds. I long for the road home; I lift the oar and hold it across. We met across — there will hardly be another meeting. Lightly I sketch your heart: flying like snow; the flower-tidings wait; wind through the narrow gallery.
At the I walk softly, the moon blurred in mist; mist on mist, road beyond road. Do not chase what is gone — those young days, sitting with the . I do not regret treading the waves, or the words heard in a dream; your love was brief, and it led a whole life astray.
Glossary—
Flower-tidings (huā xìn): the news of flowers opening, also the season of blossoming; by extension, a woman's youth around the age of twenty;
Treading the waves (líng bō): describing a woman's light footsteps, drifting as though she walked over water.
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