With sunset's glow, lofty pavilions half-hidden play. In dawn's first light, uneven screens usher in the day. …
With sunset's glow, lofty pavilions half-hidden play. In dawn's first light, uneven screens usher in the day. The setting sun casts a golden hue upon the detached palace. Gazing intently, one might glimpse its former solemn grandeur, the clamor of carriages and horses resounding once more. Yet the years have passed, three springs and autumns gone, leaving only the traces of time.