The weather was like last year, the old pavilion still stood. Back then, candlelight swayed across the shadows. Who whispered softly in whose ear, sipping a few cups until one end of the heartstrings grew tipsy? Year after year, ten years seemed to pass in a haze. After all these years, your face has changed, yet you still haven't slept. Beneath the Flower-Burial Bridge, so much worldly splendor lies buried, but in the end, it all comes to nothing. You and I, ten years later, are no longer who we once were. Do you know that one day, when we both forget amid the mist and water, a single note of autumn sorrow will break a string?
