Vicious red petals brushed in the late breeze, landing on flowing water, reflecting the mid autumn moon. Strings vibrating from every stroke of the pipa, following shifting wind whispers. Countless crowds pass by, leaving only the ones who follow the path of falling leaves.
The soft lantern illuminates the sighing sky, but captured by still and silent water. More footsteps arrive, more lights drowning in ignited waters. The wavy cascade of lights dance and flow, merging into goldfishes, springing to life. But melted by the returning rain, though lines blurred, freed from definition, yet unalive.
Left by the selfish rain are nothing but falling leaves and whaling dreams. Abandoned by trees, yet chosen by comforting waters. The pipa rested in the night, waiting yet washed away by time. Caged in a timeless dream, lit by lantern lights.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC
Vicious red petals brushed in the late breeze, landing on flowing water, reflecting the mid autumn moon. Strings vibrating from every stroke of the pipa, following shifting wind whispers. Countless crowds pass by, leaving only the ones who follow the path of falling leaves.
The soft lantern illuminates the sighing sky, but captured by still and silent water. More footsteps arrive, more lights drowning in ignited waters. The wavy cascade of lights dance and flow, merging into goldfishes, springing to life. But melted by the returning rain, though lines blurred, freed from definition, yet unalive.
Left by the selfish rain are nothing but falling leaves and whaling dreams. Abandoned by trees, yet chosen by comforting waters. The pipa rested in the night, waiting yet washed away by time. Caged in a timeless dream, lit by lantern lights.
