The Wind Abides in the Dust and the Fragrant Flowers Have Gone, I Am Finally Free

The sun was just right, and I lay slowly on the small couch with mottled tree shadows. I took out a crystal clear hosta from my arms. The insects on it were about to break out of their cocoons and turn into butterflies. I raised the hosta and the light and shadow intersected. I seemed to see the man with clear eyes. I shook my head, my heart stopped, and my arms suddenly dropped. The hosta immediately fell to the ground, and the jade was broken into pieces. The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am finally free.