We’re anything but broken reeds my dear
Age is a road narrowing out of sight
That’s entering another stratosphere
But on the horizon shines just as bright
And love is a glowing spring peach blossom
Whatsoever the season its fragrance
I drink, cherish as a poured libation
To these gods, I give great thanks loquacious
But singing like reeds disturbs even me
It is to you, your beauty I now bow.
I’m rooted evermore a detainee
Standing tall and resolute with fervour
And if I sing, it’s to you, you, alone
You, love, are my foundation my roots my home.
Spring Peach Blossom
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