Deep,deep the courtyard where he is,so deep
It's veiled by smokelike willows heap on heap,
By curtain on curtain and screen on screen．
Leaving his saddle and bridle,there he has been
Merrymaking．From my tower his trace can't be seen．
The third moon now,the wind and rain are raging late；
At dusk I bar the gate,
But I can't bar in spring．
My tearful eyes ask flowers,but they fail to bring
An answer；I see red blossoms fly o'er the swing．,EpicArt,FFIXBG,Renaissance Sci-Fi Fantasy,Dwarven City
