Mists of the Immortal Path
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Mountains faded, watermarks receded.
Sparse willows stood in mist over Poyang.
In the realm of white clouds, songs flowed softly.
Flute notes enchanted the wild ferry crossing.
Water danced around the fragrant islet.
Deep amid clouds and waters, an orchid boat lay moored.
In the very bloom of youth,
We tenderly pledged our love,
And watched autumn on Moon Lake together.
Guan Pingchao
For the story, see Volume Three, Chapter Seventeen, "The Goddess's Life Was but a Dream."
The tune pattern should, strictly speaking, be called "Southern Shang Mode: Oriole," but the title length limit prevented it from being written in full.
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