Fairy Melody Enters Dreams

ξ A pen, for whom does it write poetry? A sheet of paper, for whom does it compose words? A zither, for whom does it express feelings? A flute, for whom does it convey solitude? The red dust, for whom does it sink? A scene of rain, a thousand words.
ξ A drop of tear, for whom does it make weary? A night of snow, for whom does it bring sorrow? A short flute, for whom does it sound haunting? A game of chess, for whom does it fascinate? An empty city, for whom does it await in vain? A word of love, pouring out a lifetime.
ξ A pot of wine, for whom does it pour sorrow? A sword, for whom does it dominate the sky? A white robe, for whom does it rebel? A horizon, for whom does it care? A Jianghu, for whom is it lonely? A lamp, guarding for a lifetime.
ξ A plain letter, for whom does it evoke longing? A past, for whom does it leave a memory? A dusk, for whom is it cold? A waning moon, for whom does it choke with emotion? A gust of wind, for whom is it hazy? A companionship, across a thousand mountains and rivers.
ξ A parasol tree, for whom does it lock dreams? A courtyard of leaves, for whom do they fall? A pavilion by the lake, for whom is it lonely? A play, for whom is it performed? A dance, for whom does it end? A clear autumn, the sadness remains.
ξ A book, for whom does it get read? A Red Mansion, for whom brings sorrow? A shattered jade, for whom is half drunk? A chrysanthemum, for whom is it lush? A melody, for whom is it devoted? A farewell, accompanying ten miles.
ξ A bamboo grove, for whom is it tranquil? A cup of tea, for whom is it elegant? A sigh, for whom is it peaceful? A thatched hut, for whom does it stay? A table and chair, for whom is it empty? The charm of ink, coloring the azure clouds.
ξ A musical score, for whom does it silently cry? A red silk ribbon, for whom does it bind the heart? A star, for whom does it leave a trace? A vermilion window, for whom is it lost? A golden hairpin, for whom is it awaited? A vow, all given to the fate that fades.
ξ A road, for whom does it fork? A pearl curtain, for whom is it lightly lifted? A crossing, for whom is it desolate? A song, for whom does it speak? A begonia, for whom does it lean on the bed? With a thought, the memories run aground.
ξ A twilight, for whom does it evoke parting? A habit, for whom does it recall? A small boat, for whom does it paddle alone? A yellow dream, for whom is it sorrowful? A wandering, for whom is it helpless? A shadow play, performing our comings and goings.
ξ A jade bracelet, for whom is it carved? Moonlight, for whom is it desolate? Mountains and passes, for whom is the dream broken? Tossing and turning, for whom is sleep hard? A lone swan, for whom is it solitary? A word of end, memories follow the wind and sand.