A Square Inch, a Foot

The night is not yet over, frost descends. The python swallows the sparrow, and the court falls into chaos! The ruler is no ruler, the minister no minister, the child no child: all that remains is a heart laid bare in sorrow. Everyone knows of Chang'an's wild and splendid night, yet forgets that yesterday in Luoyang, blood flowed until the land lay desolate. The music has faded. When will we sing together again, my love? The source spirit transforms in all directions. With the sun and moon overhead, how hard it is to grasp the heavens through cultivation! When night rises, the world is not divided into black and white! Cutting down peach blossoms cannot dispel the chaos wrought by blue petals! I can only sigh at how fickle the world is. In this vast universe, a foot of space falls, yet it is hard to draw even a small courtyard wall. Gathering morning flowers at dusk, all for a square foot of ground!