Green Lotus on the Water

What is the purpose of reincarnating, life after life?

"The Bluebird"

I gaze into the mirror, see my reflection, and grieve at my form.

I should have journeyed with the phoenix.

Beneath the moon, its cries seek a kindred spirit.

Between one and three, I compose the seasons of spring and autumn.

Theme: I write not of the March blossoms of romance, but of the bitter cold of the twelfth lunar month beneath heaven and earth.