Love Rises with the Wind, but Even When It Dies Down, the Heartache Remains

"In silence, I wait for the next turning of the seasons. The past is gone, and what does it look like now? Autumn's splendor becomes a scattering of falling leaves. Through the long winter, I stubbornly hold on to you. The cool breeze rises, and falling leaves turn to sorrow. In the dusky twilight, thoughts of you climb over the walls of memory. As if seated together on a silver lotus, we listen to the distant evening bells, quiet and lingering..."