[Pili BG Fan Fiction] The Woman in Black

The spring rain falls quietly on a still night, while the gentle spring breeze trims the roots and buds.

The swallows fly away, the mandarin ducks sleep, and spring birds sing as they journey to the ends of the world.

Let others chase fame and fortune; I shall spend my life with poetry, wine, and tea.

Leisurely, I rise and ask the spring waters, unaware where the blossoms have fallen.

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