Tears Upon Blossoms

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The country is broken, yet the mountains and rivers remain, In the city, the spring grass and trees grow thick. Moved by the times, tears fall down to flowers, Regretting, as departing birds startle the heart. For three months, the beacon fires have burned, A letter from home is worth its weight in gold. White hair becomes ever shorter, Almost unable to bear the weight of the hairpin.

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