Sending ephemera to heaven and earth, a millet in the sea. Mourning the beard of my life, envying the infinity of the Yangtze River. Flying Immortals travel and hold the bright moon and end up long. Knowing that it is not sudden, it will be left behind in the wind of sorrow. --Su Shi
author:Zhibai Shouhei 2019
Sending ephemera to heaven and earth, a millet in the sea. Mourning the beard of my life, envying the infinity of the Yangtze River. Flying Immortals travel and hold the bright moon and end up long. Knowing that it is not sudden, it will be left behind in the wind of sorrow.