Only When Autumn Comes Do We Know the Wind Has Risen

Sweet flag fragrances drift along the secluded path, while the autumn wind rustles coldly.

Lingxi is like a dream. What can be done about it?

A radiant heart shines like the blazing sun, yet the forest lies cold beneath the snow.

Brows furrowed, heart full of sorrow: who will cherish the one whose favor has faded?

A heart devoted in countless ways, like a willow that has nowhere to lean.

Yaoguang chases the brilliant sun, only for it all to end in vain.

The long rains usher summer away; the wind rises, heralding autumn!