April rain falls softly upon the jade-green waters, and the gentle scent of grass awakens the sorrow of a parting long past. I open my umbrella and walk once more beside the stone-paved path. Tears blur the sky, and the clouds of your robes fade from view. Silent tears slide down, one drop after another, yet they cannot wash away my grief or the endless ache of our parting. A thousand years together have become the past. Now that I have lost my immortal bones, I can never touch your face again...
