The Distance of Longing
Wrapped in a delicate coolness like a fragile wing, I revisited memories of the familiar, journeying back to a repeated ending, shedding flakes of cold snow beneath my feet… I lingered in a season of unwavering devotion, planting seeds of waiting, searching for shadows of the past that coalesced.
This fading twilight, do you carry the gentle passage of falling petals? Do you leave footprints on the road? Stepping through the morning's winter light, a touch of warmth embraced me, and the gentle arrival of a reunion unfolded – stitching flowers along the roadside, creating a beauty that spread across a city, preserving a window for you, waiting for you to step into a painting.
Upon the strands of memory, the breath of spring began to awaken. This fragile winter—would it open or close? Using this small character, within a humble dwelling, it explored depths, carving into the past, creating empty spaces. 'Snow Moon, Lingering Thoughts,' the breeze carried affection, a jade vessel held a cold heart; I longed to rest my head against a serene expanse of ice, reaching the depths of the winter plum blossom, gazing across the distance to the flowers on the other shore!
