Red Spider Lilies
Flowers of the far shore, the road to the underworld. The flowers bloom as the leaves fall, never sharing the same time;
Sorrow is fire, love is dew, and life, like a summer flower, cannot last.
The winds of war pass, where gun smoke hangs, red spider lilies blanket the city and valleys;
Separated like Shen and Shang, looking toward life and death, why not drink together and dance as immortals?
(I didn't write this poem...)
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