Flowing Years of Brightness
Gazing at the distant scenery, the water is light and clouds are serene, hand-folded strings of paper cranes hang on the window frame, carrying a yearning for an unreachable love in a peaceful heart. The past beauty quietly lies deep within, the rings of the Chinese rosewood silently carve every past moment, beautiful and simple, happy and long-lasting. Time has passed, leaving behind its footsteps, but it cannot erase the warmth of memories deep within.
I compose falling blossoms and flowing water into a beautiful quatrain, letting those serene and melancholic sentiments drift away with the wind, with a faint longing and profound remembrance. Quietly leaning against the window, listening to the wind, listening to the snow, listening to the passage of time, like a fading lotus, singing songs familiar with you, while in the depths of my heart, a plum blossom blooms, awaiting the favor of snowflakes...
Cutting through fleeting years and bright days, gathering a whiff of snow-fragrant years, letting a touch of devotion warm the shores of the world, never forget the initial purpose, heartfelt and unchanging, wishing that happy and joyful times accompany friends to overcome every snow-dancing, plum blossom-scented year!
