"Ink has touched the water, across a pond of blue and white. I gather a trace of the sunset glow and head home with bamboo in tow.
A gentle breeze rustles by, burying the earth in mulberry and hemp. Clad in a Kasaya, I lay down my longing love...
..."
A faint and ethereal voice echoed in his ears, the singing carried a tinge of sorrow, along with an undissolvable melancholy.
Touched by the song, Chu Mo took up his stride again and arrived at the end of the corridor; with a turn of his gaze, the scenery before him suddenly opened up.
On the massive stage ahead, a woman with a graceful figure was passionately singing. Her eyes were as clear as crystals submerged in water, the corners slightly lifted, conveying a weakness akin to water.
In this moment, Chu Mo's entire being seemed to be captivated by her, drawn to her pure pupils, the tender shape of her eyes mysteriously blending into an exquisitely beautiful scene, her thin lips a pale, watery hue.
