Dawn shines through the window, the sun shines on the West Bridge, and the clouds sway
Wood carvings flow with gold and ripples of time
I closed the book seven years ago because I am only writing for you in this life.
The rain wets my eyes. I lean on the well every year and look forward to returning home.
But I can't find your paradise
It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemums are sent to you
——VAE Qingming Rain