"Gold-flecked Paper," a short lyric: Water Without a Trace

Water and moonlight steeped the little tower without a trace.

Quiet fingertips brushed the ice-cold bowl.

A few words painted a lovely, graceful silhouette.

All sorrow melted away.

At a backward glance,

The moon imprinted frost-white silk; water stilled within those eyes.

A turn, an embrace, and two smiles became a pair.

Lotus fragrance gathered over the whole body.

...Guan Pingchao.round