The Spring Waters Have Crossed, but the Summer Rain Is Still Cool

The mists of the past are like spring water, flowing away and gone. The hopes we place in the future are full of promise, though summer rain has yet to cool. Su carries the spirit of spring, but who could have guessed that spring would not see him through his tribulation? The hope held in a single flower bears the path of one person. The spring breeze stirs that hope and writes the passing years, and I became just another passerby. These are the notes of a traveler passing through.