Soul of the Agarwood

Angry at someone, I pour out my heart's feelings; the season offered no promise of love or longing, letting myself fall and cover the path. The leaves don't know how to wait for the distant stars.

Love lingers on the old trees.
A frail figure awaits a season of blossoms filling the sky.
Winter arrives in the city, leaving me feeling lost and alone.
The withered rosewood tree weeps a lifetime of wind and frost.

The rain has gone, leaving its mark by the roadside.
A season of memories filled with sorrow that turns hair gray.
I strained to stretch my aching arm.
Searching in the wind for the faded colors of love.

Lips far away, yet a dream nearby.
A late-night kiss awakens countless green leaves.
The soul dreams of sweetness and tranquility.
The night lulls a dream of fragrant blue...

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