The Blossoms Drift Away on the Wind

Beyond Youzhou City, the canal flowed beneath a sunset tilted at sixteen degrees. I waited in vain as a weathered carriage grew smaller and smaller in the distance. I hear you've gone far away to Northern Qiang. The distant lights leading to the ancient city: can Aladdin's lamp show you the way? I got used to mimicking my reflection in the canal, watching Heaven get drunk and sober again, free of all thoughts. When I was bored, I took the stage and left a memento, playing the part all by myself. I hurried here and there five hundred times, until at last a fleeting glance and a shared ferry ride won us a stretch of sunny days. If you find a wishing tower, set your heart down there. I can gaze at the layered mountains and rivers, yet all I want is to fold a pair of lovebirds together beneath the lamp with you. The endless torrents of history roll on and on. Winter passes, spring lingers, and all the bustling glory eventually fades away. A kindred soul is hard to find, harder still to find again. Wine and love, no matter how far apart we are. The years, the stars, the blossoms and catkins all drift away on the wind. The tree rings grow shallow and deep; I gather the fragrance of flowers from the wheat fields. The weathered city gate, withered vines and old trees. Crows at dusk cannot find their way home. You always walk alone, unable to break free, like a butterfly that cannot fly far. I won't think about it anymore. I silently shut away the desolation. Blossoms drift with the wind, whether they have all fallen or not. I won't delude myself anymore. I slowly open up time. In dreams, in my hometown, I wander alone. The blossoms drift away on the wind, and I am carefree as a flower. A love-hate saga between common folk and emperors and generals~ A tenderhearted transformation~ A dark-hearted soul purified~ Completed story Completed story Theme: