Listening to Opera

Heir to a family of opera performers x physics professor

"Sing this one last time, and then we part."

The loquat wine is still here, and the parasol trees should not yet be drunk. Moonlight fills the courtyard, and the broken window reflects early spring. A gentle breeze beneath the eaves toys with the green tiles. Where the white porcelain remains, parasol leaves drift down in September.

A direct transcription of a high school manuscript. Please forgive any typos.

Theme: Cheerful laughter and bright smiles