The most gentle and graceful Festival
Warm winds linger
Whispering, blushing cheeks
Dark is dotted with roses
Dream of spring, misty clouds
The distant flute sounds shallow
Who is leaning on the railings in Aiting?
Who is fighting a sword to save beauty?
And who is the poet?Heart.
Lightness and relief.
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