How long do spring dreams last? Scattered like autumn clouds with no trace left behind, like immortals playing the zither and untying their jade pendants, their silk robes torn away so they could not be held back.
They cannot be held back—those poetic inquiries into fleeting times and profound emotions.
Sometimes intense like wine, intoxicating one in the mellow fragrance of time; sometimes elegant like tea, allowing one to taste the subtlety and profundity of life.
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