Breeze of
Regret
The eastern breeze seems to hold a reason,
The crimson silk unfurls, unable
to resist the season.
If its language could sway the
nation's decision,
Even the heartless would feel its
precision.
Peonies and you are close attendants,
Where do hibiscus bloom to escape
the scents?
Pity the official Han who
achieved great ambition,
Only to waste his youth and
beauty in contrition. |