Paper Soul Departure

A soul adrift on paper, bound by vows carved into the Qiantang River banks. Beneath the tree of time, I've waited half a lifetime—watching paper kites chase the setting sun while the world mocks my frost-white hair. You reside east of Qiantang, I north of Lin'an. When you departed, your brown robes were stained with red makeup, and I tied yellow at my waist. The compass's coordinates are askew: your soul fell to Quan Ting, my spirit roamed Hangcheng, and you were reborn in Yuhang Alley. If you encounter the cold autumn rain and weary birds' cries, that is me—withered yellow beneath the flower…