Reminiscing in
Misty Shrouds
Twice a year in the city of Jin, we'd roam,
Before the east wind and autumn
come to roam.
The fragrant grass, with love,
would slow our pace,
While splendid clouds covered
every space.
The mountain's paths and partings fueled our grief,
As the waters' whispers flowed
into our sleep.
Now, with you, I look back and
reminisce,
Through the hazy mists and trees
of this abyss. |