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One petal blossom fly reduce but spring Wind flutter ten thousand points now sorrow person Now watch soon exhaust flower pass eyes Not satisfied much wine enter lip River on little hall nest halcyon bird Enclosure by high tomb lie unicorn Tiny push natural law must go happy What use empty name trip up this body |
Each piece of flying blossom leaves spring the less, I grieve as myriad points float in the wind. I watch the last ones pass before my eyes, And cannot have enough wine pass my lips. Kingfishers nest by the little hall on the river, A unicorn lies at the tomb near the enclosure. One must go gladly at nature's gentle call, For what use is the trap of empty titles? |