Forget the River--Don't Complain

Manzhushahua blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other again. In my life, I am always searching. A back figure, or a voice. Wandering aimlessly among the crowd, watching flowers bloom and fade, people gather and disperse. A little melancholy, a little lonely. Forgotten River Garden, look across and don't complain.