Song of the Memory Realm

Two thousand four hundred years... How much longer must I wait? You haven't forgotten our meeting in the purple bamboo grove, have you... Golden threads weave clouds into dreams. Upon waking, who is there? Long smoke and shadowy mists. Regrets come too late. At the far end of the other shore, you are there. The storms of the Nine Provinces fade into insignificance. Seven days beneath the Bodhi tree. For whom does the purple bamboo's lovely silhouette wait? The purple bamboo has waited a thousand years, yet it always knew that hope was but a fleeting illusion. As the hundred ghosts first roam by night, at least you are here by my side.