No one knows what a heartbreaking missed connection unfolded that night at the amusement park in the city center. They had never forgotten each other, yet all they could do was stand there in tearful silence.
The girl ties a bow and stands dazed beneath a tree. Three years... You tied two of these bows, didn't you? But you were the one who resolutely refused to come out back then, so why leave these bows here?! What right do you have to look back on those memories? A cold wind blows. Instinctively, the girl rubs her right arm with her left hand, then turns and walks away. Nearby, the grand hall's clock rings twelve times.
By the time he arrives, the place is already deserted. They don't know that passing each other on opposite sides of a single street can bring someone to tears. Beneath the Ferris wheel, a towering tree once had five branches decorated with red silk bows. Now there are six. Am I late again? I was three years ago, and I am again three years later. He gently brushes the bows, as if her smiling face were right before his eyes, then leaves the amusement park in despair.
On the night of the first full moon last year, the flower market was bright as day. The moon rose above the willow tips, and lovers met after dusk.
This year on the night of the first full moon, the flowers and lanterns are just as they were, but the one from last year is gone. Tears soak my spring robe.
Not bad. Nanzhu is a part of Jibu