Seasons pass by,
Smiles this fine day.
In spring dress,
I go eastward way.
Peaks steeped in cloud,
In mist veiled spring.
South wind flaps loud,
O'er sprouts like wing. YO+EuSkfnLxsdsngz1uInFqw/3m3M5HP2GnR6NG2FaESWdFJk7kY14Pt0iQ7PFB7
