A Pear Tree Blossoms, Petals Falling in the Evening Breeze

Beside the fragrant path, who could bear to pluck the dewy pear blossoms?

In the setting sun, for whom do I stand disheveled?

The evening breeze blows, filling the whole courtyard with a sea of fragrant snow.

By candlelight, we bow together in red robes.

The makeup fades, and I look back on all our tangled pasts.

As the story unfolds, who can tell truth from lies?

Like hatred, it fills my eyes, and I can no longer see your face.

The pears on the tree, can we still share them?

Pear blossoms fall, the evening breeze blows like smoke.

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