Above, clouds glow in the fading sunset; below, drifting willow fluff sinks into rippling light.
Sitting by the stream, lightly brushing the water,
smiling, flowers trembling.
May we sink into a drunken slumber with the world and never wake again,
then meet once more in a dream.
I once heard a line that moved me for a long time, and I want to quote it here: Surely, in some lifetime, we passed each other by. Otherwise, how could I remember so clearly what Yundianchi looked like ten thousand years ago, and how we met?
