Lake's glow and autumn moon melt soft, no divide. The water sleeps, a mirror rough, holding starlight inside. …
Lake's glow and autumn moon melt soft, no divide. The water sleeps, a mirror rough, holding starlight inside. The moon is a lantern in the heavens, the lake is wine in a cup. As we drink, pear blossoms in full bloom drift in with their fragrance, dancing and playing with their delicate shadows, reenacting a scene from the realm of immortals.