A flower, yet not truly a flower; a fog, yet not truly a fog;
It comes at midnight, and leaves at daybreak.
Coming like a spring dream, how long can it be?
Leaving like a morning cloud, nowhere to be found.
By Bai Juyi (772-846)
A flower, yet not truly a flower; a fog, yet not truly a fog;
It comes at midnight, and leaves at daybreak.
Coming like a spring dream, how long can it be?
Leaving like a morning cloud, nowhere to be found.
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