The Fragrance of Red Lotus Fades

I dedicate this story to Consort Xiaoxiang, and to the feelings and scenes of Daiyu burying the flowers.

The souls of flowers and birds are hard to keep; the birds fall silent, while the flowers blush with shame.

May I grow a pair of wings today and follow the flowers to the ends of the earth.

At the ends of the earth, where is there a fragrant mound?

Better to gather these lovely bones in a brocade pouch and cover their beauty with a cup of clean earth.

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