The lotus blooms, the silver pond lies still, and the first chill of autumn arrives. How many emerald-winged dragonflies there are! The water windows all open, a gentle breeze beneath the fan. I remember sitting beside that person, their delicate hands peeling lotus seeds.
"Tianqing, the Eastern Sea is so vast, yet I never thought time dragged on. But now that I've just come out of there, thinking of sitting beside you and seeing your faint smile, I feel I've waited far too long."
I remember sitting beside that person, sitting together... Where are the hands that once peeled lotus seeds for me now? Inhaling the wine's fragrance from the painting, I feel a little tipsy. I can only hope what's sliding down my cheek isn't a tear.
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Well... It's really warm