The orchid has withered, yet new blossoms unfold. I returned to the Six Bridges, longing for a glimpse of you—…
The orchid has withered, yet new blossoms unfold. I returned to the Six Bridges, longing for a glimpse of you—but only silence remained, not even a shadow left behind. The past drifts like smoke upon the wind, and spring's fallen petals lie buried beneath rain and sorrow.