Dusk Outside Jiangnan

Apricot blossoms and misty rain, beside the Jiangnan Bridge. She listened to the music through the curtain, and the underlying sound was the unspoken sorrow of separation. He once promised to return in late spring, but now all he has left is a piece of yellowed letterhead. As the drizzle soaked her clothes, she played the old music over and over again, as if this could bring back old friends who had gone far away. The flowers fell all over the stairs, and the cup of cool tea could not wait for anyone to drink it together.