I lay on the couch in a daze, with budding apricot blossoms faintly visible on the window coffin carved with winter plum blossoms. Thinking about everything I had thought before, I finally let it go.
Han Shan, you and I can just treat each other as guests, so why bother bringing out this string of heartfelt feelings?
I've fallen into your trap again. Is this fate or something else?