Feiran

Suddenly, A trace of the unknown slipped away, Unseen in its coming, Unseen in its cause, A moment of melancholy, And sorrow welled up within, When will the grief return?

Lingering in long reflection, That person is already in the Heaven Pavilion, Lifting eyes to gaze at the void, sighing in response, It is still the same sky, Tears like hanging threads, unbroken, Are you well?

Author's Note