@kaixs

Beyond the curtain, the rain keeps pattering, the spring on the decline. The satin quilt is not enough to resist the dawn chill. Forgetting I'm far, far away from home, in the dream, I was carried away with a short spell of pleasure. Don't lean on the railing, alone—the boundless view of rivers and mountains. It's easy to leave, but hard to see again. The water flows, flowers fall, and the spring fades. It's a changed world. @kaixs

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