In crimson sleeves, persimmon brocade they proudly design. Blue banners wave, seize wine while pear blossoms s…
In crimson sleeves, persimmon brocade they proudly design. Blue banners wave, seize wine while pear blossoms still shine.
Heavy with blooms, branches bend. Streams breathe scent on the breeze, sip pear-blossom wine, watch petals drift, soft as ease. This earth, I now know, is a realm of pure delight. Why envy gods in heavens, when joy's here in sight?