Drunk on the warm scent of pear blossoms, dreams cling to light's decline on the spring riverbank. Fluttering …
Drunk on the warm scent of pear blossoms, dreams cling to light's decline on the spring riverbank. Fluttering reeds stir melancholy thoughts, mingling with the pear blossoms dancing in the air, only to drift further away, impossible to grasp or hold onto. It is both dream and illusion.