"The moon is born over the sea, we share this moment, though worlds apart. Lovers resent the long night, for it kindles longing through the hours. Blowing out the candle to pity its full glow, donning clothes feeling the dew's wet. I cannot bear to give this away, so I return to bed to dream of our time together."
Silence!
As if the entire world had gone silent!
And this is only the eighth poem—are you all already incapable?
Sun Yaohuo took in everyone's reactions at The First Pavilion, but his rhythm of recitation seemed eternal, "In this portal last year, human faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human faces have disappeared, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!"
The peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze!
I am laughing at you!
Sun Yaohuo had an unprecedented sense of pleasure,
