A dream falls into pure serenity,
willow fluff drifts like snow.
One glimpse of radiance,
a thousand years of reincarnation.
Time flows by like water,
tears fall wordlessly,
free to roam.
Sharing clear tea with friends,
resting among flowers and a zither.
Smiling at the road through the mortal world,
waving goodbye to the ends of the earth.
How many times has the west wind blown,
carrying dreams from past to present?
Hand in hand, we laugh and drink,
our bond tied for all eternity.
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