Looking Back Again
Flowers dance gracefully, birds sing, willows brush the setting sun reflected in the heart. Dreams linger, bamboo flutes play, gently turning tides of the mind in quiet night thoughts. Remembering the past, how many sorrows does a dream hold? Starry lights twinkle, inviting the moon to share a cup for her. How long has it been, playing and wandering in the rivers and lakes, making bitter work into joy? Talking about present and past, drunk in carefree pleasure. Time passes and circumstances change, when will hearts resonate once again?
