Memories of Youth
The young scholars of the pear orchard now have hair so white,
While the elderly maid in the pepper house remains in sight.In the palace
hall, the fireflies dance with gentle grace,
And a lonely lamp flickers, as the night refuses to give chase.
Though the years have flown by, memories of youth still remain,
With the fireflies, the lamp, and the pear orchard,
etched in their brain. |