Why can't I find you everywhere? You asked me the day before, "Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to spend the Double Ninth Festival with you from now on?"
I still keep the dogwood you planted in my hair. I still remember the scent of your fingers.
In such a large palace, people come and go, as if they don't know you are gone.
No one knows your return date, no one knows your whereabouts.