Though People Leave, the Flowers Still Bloom

A light touch of the red candle, a moment,

The wind sweeps the curtains, its sound newly clear.

Silent, I gaze at the moon, serene.

Beneath the moon, candlelight illuminates her lovely face.

The wind rises, the wind rises,

She is gone, but the flowers bloom as before.

I once had a dream. In it, a woman stood atop a towering city wall, gazing into the distance for a long, long time. She did not move or speak. She simply stood there, for ages. Then she turned around, and I saw tear tracks on her face. But I could never make out her features, not once...