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!