Chasing Dreams Among Flying Blossoms

I was never meant to stay, just a wanderer, picking flowers as I lie beneath the wide sky.

I gaze idly at the moon above the jade towers, and savor the sands before the desert.

Beside the blue clouds of the ninth heaven, I look back and laugh at this fleeting world.

I chase my dreams, regretting what I could not grasp; a fleeting bloom dances in the flowing light.

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