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The waxing and waning moon knows no rest; the soul remains only through the dark and the dawn.
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The water clock's dripping is nearly spent; the window lamp's flame has dimmed.
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A crane's shadow crosses the frozen pond; the cold moon buries the flower's soul!
One was bound by a curse from the moment they were born.
The other was branded a demon from the moment they were born.
They should have been sworn enemies,
yet fate's cruel tricks made them hate each other.
Ten years passed,
and they never knew
they were the very lovers they had been searching for all along.
Partridge Sky: A Lament for Life
Life is full of winding roads,
and the mortal world is a lonely place of sorrow and hardship.
Whose flowing sleeves dance alone?
Who weeps alone through the silent, endless night?
Love's a bitter wine; passion's a beguiling poison.
The fairyland of Penglai drifts in a haze of unreality.
Blood drips from a fingertip, yet the strings never break;
tears of longing fall in vain, turning into dewdrops.
Quoted from: Yunmeng Yaqing
