Synopsis:
Old souls on the Three Lives Stone, misty veils stir distant thoughts,
Alas, love's tears run thin, while life's shackles bind the heart,
A prince lost in drunken song and dreams, peonies know the mockery of illusion,
Fate denied them then, and in the next life, regret remains. How cruel, that destiny lets you linger in longing.
A few lines of verse
Reincarnation turns, fate draws near, flowers bloom and fade. I drink alone, my beloved gone, my heart in pieces.
Flowers speak not, they fall into the dust. I look back on an old bond, now only a memory, now only an obsession.
Spring's beauty appears for barely a moment, half carried off by the current, half swept out to sea. We were never meant to be.
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