Come closer, gently. It is a peaceful dream.
The breeze stirs the verdant memories on the grassy slope. The story of spring was cut out by the little swallow, its details always so vivid.
Why does the woodland path we once walked stir such a tender ache?
The lotus flowers gradually open, confiding in silence in the soft breeze, guiding you toward summer.
I wake from my nap, as if in another lifetime.
The cicadas' cries are kept beyond the bamboo shadows; the sounds of the city are kept beyond the sky and water.
Come closer, gently. It is a warm smile.
Dew brightens the eyes of dawn, and the morning glow quiets the sea's murmurs.
Lazily leaning against the bamboo window, I count the swaying leaf shadows, as though counting the stars in the sky. Who has ever managed to count them all?
So I imagine the vast starry sky of June,
and the children lying on haystacks beneath it, counting stars.
A breeze comes across the lake of the heart. Its ripples are just like smiling lips, kissing every inch of life.
Come closer, gently. It is a clear pool of affection.
Waterweeds caress the flowing water, the water caresses the pebbles, and the pebbles caress time.
Time quietly caresses our lives.
Only love is like a fish playing in the water; only our carefree childhood, when our days and feelings were as clear as this water.
The years flow by, and the mortal world lies on the far shore. The one they speak of is on the far shore, too.
Our lives sink to the deepest depths, and what rises to the surface is a pure soul.
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