Lyric

A gentle breeze stirs your white skirt

Rings of ripples spread across the lake

Hazy moonlight hangs like a jade curtain

Coldly casting shadows, dreams like smoke

In sky-blue tones, ink flows deep

I write the sorrows of old times

Flowers fall and bloom, yet shadows remain

How much love lingers in the moonlit pages?

Maple leaves drift down to the riverbank

Scattered cinnabar marks bury memories

Lanterns sway, spilling ink across the night

A thousand poems hidden in the fan’s folds

In sky-blue tones, ink flows deep

I write the sorrows of old times

Flowers fall and bloom, yet shadows remain

How much love lingers in the moonlit pages?

Beneath the bridge, the flowing water hums

The passing years move in silent tides

Counting stars, weaving dreams from their glow

A curtain of longing hangs in the heavens

Stepping on stone paths of endless time

Footprints layer the solitude I bear

Dreams return to Jiangnan, blurred and dim

New rain wakes me from last night’s combing

In sky-blue tones, ink flows deep

I write the sorrows of old times

Flowers fall and bloom, yet shadows remain

How much love lingers in the moonlit pages?

Candlelight flickers across fading forms

Who waits for that fleeting love?

Every stroke of the pen becomes both poem and tears

Tell me, what night is this tonight?