A Sweet Dream in Spring, Who Planted the Red Peonies?

"Though the words of youth are artful, though the dreams of the brothels are sweet, neither can express deep love. The Twenty-Four Bridge still stands; waves ripple in its heart, while the cold moon makes no sound. I think of the peonies by the bridge, and wonder for whom they bloom, year after year."

At thirteen, the osmanthus first bloomed beneath the heavens. We met and came to know each other, yet never cherished one another. The ashes scattered, and the scent of green bamboo awakened the feelings sleeping within me. In this life, I was born only to meet him, in this life, I was born only to love him...