That summer arrived without warning.
That summer also slipped away in silence.
What I cannot forget is the scent of the trumpet trees, lingering in the mist,
the fragrance of water lilies filling the air, the maple trees blazing bright.
Beyond the window lattice, white snow once fell in sorrow, then melted away.
Beneath a sea of stars, we stood under the same sky.
And after countless cycles of reincarnation, that thousand-year promise
still rings true...
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