Upon hearing of your passing, I poured wine in your memory and wrote down these words of tribute: Oh, my broth…
Upon hearing of your passing, I poured wine in your memory and wrote down these words of tribute: Oh, my brother, how remarkable you were—brilliant beyond measure, clear of mind, sharp and kind, gentle and serene by nature. Yet cruel fate struck without mercy. O heavens above, how could you allow him to rest forgotten in the wild? O heavens, the departed slip further from us with each passing day.
I remember those nights beneath the bamboo, sharing wine and dreams and planning ventures to bridge north and south. You clasped my hand as we vowed to walk this path together. The bamboo grove stands unchanged, the stone steps cloaked in dust, yet you are gone—the wine grown cold, your voice forever stilled. I grieve the injustice of it all. Though miles apart, my heart cries out still. This is no ordinary farewell, but a solemn, eternal goodbye. May this tribute find you in peace.