Brew a pot of fragrant tea, tea still controls the ups and downs of time.
Burning a pillar of sandalwood, the still green smoke adds to the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion.
Picking up a fallen leaf will still naturally outline the scars.
Is there a stroke of oil paint that can render a beautiful dream in a shallow way?
Is there a fantasy dream that can quietly fall a car full of silent snow?
Is there any piece of dry snow that can break into an early spring drizzle like a drunken dream?
Is there a first rain that can irrigate the flower stamens of the four seasons and make them laugh silently?