When the flowers are gone and the children are crowing, I smell the dragon's flag crossing the five streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow the wind until the night is west.
It's rare to see the flowers blooming under the moonlight. Look at my grandeur and magnanimity. Where can I get sober tonight? On the bank of willows, when will the dawn wind and the waning moon wait? It will be flowers, dreams, lovesickness, light, darkness, or hostility.
Who are you? I am the infinite wind,
Who am I, you are the falling rain.
In these troubled times, you and I depend on each other, and I share the prosperity of the prosperous times with you!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
