When the Moon Is Full, Her Sheng Begins

Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing in this world?

Perhaps it is white tea and quiet joy, a full moon rising to the sound of a sheng, or spring flowers falling like snow, peach blossoms blooming in radiant beauty.

Tell me, then, what is the greatest regret in this world?

Perhaps it is autumn frost and cooling tea, the song ending and the dance coming to a stop, or wine spilling as people part, each going their separate way, never to meet again in life or death.

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