Romantic April Skies

Unaware of love, I conceived this morning, suspecting it was a flower of passion. Last night, I gathered branches of intertwined trees, their blossoms gleaming. I sit lost in thought, unable to sleep, longing to see you from afar. It has always been love that is hard to restrain. Sparse stars, pale moon, clouds and rain moisten the hazy moonlight, its radiance entering the void. The frost is clear, the fragrance of orchids pure and fresh. Embroidered curtains share the enchanting beauty. The autumn wind whistles, sending flocks of geese away. Let us drink and discuss this romantic tale. My soul, lost in dreams, travels a thousand miles to find you. My lonely thoughts drift with the wild geese's shadows. The moon of the Six Dynasties, only poetry remains.