The beauty of lilies in full bloom.The evening breeze carries away life's regrets.

Zither Harp The evening breeze gently rushes toward the setting sun's dust. My heart is restless, like light rain longed for Love is fleeting, short-lived, and like a play. How painful it is to hold hands yet be unable to part or stay. A tiny boat in thick mist, leaving no trace. Can deep feelings of the past be as fleeting as misty rain? Fading silhouette, no trace, no sound Who will I be when I return another day? The river and mountains hum a soft verse to the evening breeze. Only when it pops up on my heart do I realize how deep the feeling runs. Who knows the sorrow of lovers' separation, so deep and heavy? Who can understand the heartbreak of the Taoist master? A gentle melody sings of rivers and mountains at dusk. A parting sorrow stirs the silk threads, startling the river's clarity, the wind. How many ancient men are there amidst the revival of the stringed instrument? Lower lip trembles, thoughts of longing drift with the wind. The river and mountains hum a low chant to the evening breeze.