Chapter 391: 524 pieces, either bird language, or flower scent

524 pieces, either bird language, or flower scent

524 pieces, either bird language, or flower scent

――――A red apricot branch extending beyond the wall

In the dim twilight before the mountain

I am listening to a song

A song about childhood

The wildflowers before the mountain

In the Wind Rain

Continuously blooming

Continuously falling

Now

I heard the sound of flowers blooming

I also heard the sound of flowers falling

One kind is laughter

One kind is struggle

And the petals forever remain

Gentle spring

At dusk, when the sun is about to set

I saw the gentle Wind blowing from the petals

Also heard many birds speaking

And on the osmanthus tree below the mountain

Those osmanthus blossoms

Blooming profusely

Wind carries her fragrance

Blown very far, very far

Then

Those fragrances

Scattered into dust

And the evening Wind still continues

Still gently blowing

When the moon rises

Then I can't remember the evening's events

Or bird language

Or flower scent

In short

All are old times