Returning to the Same Continent

A figure trembles in the hazy white mist, fingers clutching the snowy-white hem of a garment. Jet-black hair streams in the wind... A distant song seems to be right beside my ear. Green seals, splendid lotus, A dragon roams the nine heavens. A song of shared lands, A soul lost beneath three feet of yellow earth. White jade, gleaming pines, A phoenix cries as it soars through the sky. A song of homecoming, Beauty fades when the red silk is all gone. The azure heavens, the Yellow Springs, the other shore, flowers. Heaven above, the human world, endless night. Who is singing softly? Huff. Huff. Huff. A deathly pale face, drenched in sweat. The pillow is soaked through... Who... Who is singing? Enough. Stop singing... The sweat-soaked person in bed opened his eyes. Jet-black pupils...