Night of the Fifteenth, Second Month
“Dark fragrance, sparse shadows,”
east of the zigzag balustrade:
a thousand trees of flowering plum,
a single old man.
White hair like white blossoms,
white blossoms like snow;
late at night, in the moonlight,
it's hard to tell the difference.
east of the zigzag balustrade:
a thousand trees of flowering plum,
a single old man.
White hair like white blossoms,
white blossoms like snow;
late at night, in the moonlight,
it's hard to tell the difference.
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