Echoes of Past Lives
A cool breeze brushes against the skin, the fragrance of flowers fills the room, as refreshing as moonlight shimmering on the water, gently falling into my embrace. Listening to half a volume of heart-to-heart conversation under the moonlight, letting the heart be as beautiful as moonlit crystal, nourishing the flowering season, and intoxicating with warmth.
A gentle breeze brushes past, your shadow remains clear and profound. The wind carries longing, traversing the corridors of past lives, amidst the lingering melody of an ancient guzheng, butterflies dance gracefully, bringing with them beauty.
I have captured all my heartfelt thoughts, condensing them into fervent anticipation. That once beautiful feeling is like spring blossoms, eternally lingering on the path of life, difficult to forget……
