The flowers bloom in every shade of purple and red, only to be left to ruined wells and crumbling walls. How can the heavens bear such beautiful days and scenery? In whose courtyard can one enjoy such pleasures? At dawn, the curtains fly; at dusk, they roll up. Clouds and rosy mists fill the emerald pavilion; rain drifts on the wind, and painted boats glide through misty waters. Behind the embroidered screen, she little appreciates how fleeting this lovely springtime is.
One drizzly morning, my mother and I arrived in this little town. From then on, my life was never peaceful again...
Opened accidentally. Great~