The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the moonlight, and the peach blossom garden is nowhere to be found. In this life, the clouds and cranes are wandering in the mirror, condensing the dream of an idiot. It disperses like long smoke and is as light as duckweed.
"This is... A willow branch? The Book of Songs says, shouldn't I be given a maple leaf?"
"Why can't you give it as a willow?"
"You..."