Autumn Waters, Gazing Eyes

The Lovesick Sword leaves no trace as it passes.

A delicate hand sweeps it lightly through the air. With a laugh and a few words, all is reduced to ashes. But if it belongs to love and longing, why is it stained with such mercilessness?

Love that draws blood is no delusion. What else could it be for?

The Soul-Stealing Flute plays a tune that shatters the soul. Its mournful notes rise, while heartfelt feelings go unspoken.

Since ancient times, those who love too deeply have known nothing but emptiness, inviting loneliness and adding to their troubles.

Spring has yet to arrive, yet the frost has already melted. Where can I find plum blossoms?

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