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Grass spreads across the plain, with each year it withers and flourishes.
Wildfire cannot burn it away; the spring breeze brings it back to life.
Its distant fragrance reaches the ancient road; lush green meets the ruined city.
Once more I see a traveler off; the thick grass is steeped in parting sorrow.
Grass spreads across the plain, with each year it withers and flourishes.
Wildfire cannot burn it away; the spring breeze brings it back to life.
Its distant fragrance reaches the ancient road; lush green meets the ruined city.
Once more I see a traveler off; the thick grass is steeped in parting sorrow.
