The Waning Moon

Note: Wan Hua Gui is a woman; the other two are men. The south wind blows, white clouds fly, and Wan Hua Gui returns. A note from a flute wails past, a whistle pierces the clouds. I look back on those days, when the dreams had already faded. The greatest name under heaven, yet people are driven by love, anger, greed, and desire. Blame only fate’s cruel twists and turns, such a strange coincidence, stirring the spring waters into turmoil. The south wind still blows, white clouds drift on and on, and Wan Hua Gui returns to the lake. The willows on the banks of Ba Bridge are still waiting for you to come back. This was originally for a writing contest on Xianwang~~~ But, well, I just left it here.