Desire for Fragrant, Vibrant Sea Flowers
Where the sea begins, blades of grass sprout and flowers bloom, the lute rests beside me, jade fingers dance and play.
The sun is a drum, the moon a gong, I sway and compose melodies for the dawn.
Lost in the golden crowd, I cannot find you, my song and lute accompany my search.
The lute's sound is like a butterfly emerging from a spring, flowing through my heart, you are there on the strings.
The imperial palace in the heavens is full of sour plum blossoms, the spirit of the fairies is half-believed.
If you long to wander in the sea of my heart, drifting to the fragrant pool, you'll not see you again,
If you desire beauty, it's inherent, at least sincerity should prevail.
Fragrant allure, also a matter of affection, if you long for beauty, your eyes are your own delight.
If you wish to ponder, it is the way; but you don't know how beauty resides in the heart.
If you can discern the fragrance is divine, then why seek it? You will find me through it.
Where the sea begins, often contemplated, recognizing fragrance is better than tasting fragrance and delighting oneself.
Reach out, and know where you'll fall, fragrance and beauty bloom like sea flowers.
Who doubts the existence of heavenly palaces, palaces arise from my heart.
Fragrant threads weave sunlight silk, fragrant embroidery depicts swans flying.
Reach out, and don't walk the center of the river, cut corners and explore the depths of the water.
