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Grass spreads across the ancient plain; each year it withers and blooms anew.
Wildfires cannot consume it all; spring winds bring it back to life.
Its distant fragrance invades the old road; emerald green meets the ruined city.
Once more I see the nobleman off; lush grass is steeped in parting sorrow.
Grass spreads across the ancient plain; each year it withers and blooms anew.
Wildfires cannot consume it all; spring winds bring it back to life.
Its distant fragrance invades the old road; emerald green meets the ruined city.
Once more I see the nobleman off; lush grass is steeped in parting sorrow.
