Yin-Yang Ravine, Book of Life and Death, how to bear the parting between the Yellow Springs and the azure vault; stars fall yet souls endure, Avici rain drifts softly.
Emperor's flame, nether river, taking captive the souls of three thousand pagodas; the dark sword stirs the moon, night whispers spoken by ghosts and gods.
Lotus lamps flare, a hundred ghosts wander in the night. Faint, solitary shadows tread the moonlight, shattering the serene dreams within the tent. Though clearly bones draped in plain white garments, in a trance one sees only the alluring charm lingering between the brows. Remembering life, leaning on the railing to toy with willow branches, moonlit nights and morning flowers falling.
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