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If one pities the flower's beauty, for whom does it intoxicate?

     Of all the waters in the world, I only drink from one; through countless twists and turns, you are the only one in my life.


    Time flies, youth fades, the world grinds away the years, fireworks fall season after season, prosperity and song, spring departs and beauty fades, flowers fall and people leave, leaving only sorrow.


    I am a peony in this Pavilion of Faded Beauty, intoxicated by spring's red, hating autumn's chill, time is merciless, and the loneliness in the flowing years is indescribable. One batch of celestial couples arrives, another batch of lonely souls departs. Having seen so much, I feel weary and tired, no longer holding any expectations.


    Until next spring, when the flowers bloom brilliantly, large red blossoms unfold in this pavilion. This is my most beautiful time, the time when my life bursts with passion, the time when I can still hold hope for the mundane and boring days. Many will admire the flowers, walking and playing among them, but few will truly bend down to look at us beautiful ladies. They are busy with their own fun, while I am lost in thought.


    The butterfly is beautiful, yet it cannot fly across the vast ocean. My peony, though vibrant, is rarely appreciated. When its beauty fades, I wonder who will even glance at me again. Time, like sand slipping through my fingers, is gone in an instant. I wait, and can only wait, until the one who will appreciate me appears.


    If the flower has pity, on whose fingertips will it fall? My sorrow is unknown to anyone, my expectations dwindle.


    Until I met you, at the height of my beauty. Your eyes bestowed upon me countless praises, your words were beyond compare. You said I was more beautiful than the woman in your painting, and my heart pounded. I knew I had found my true love. You said


    even a thousand paintings of landscapes could not capture my unique beauty, and that no beauty among thousands could compare to my graceful bearing. You sing and play music in your tower, while I dance with the grace of a goddess. Such beauty, even after a thousand years, is not without its charm. My heart is filled with countless thoughts, though we are close, we are worlds apart. On this


    beautiful day, I watch the flowers bloom in the Luoyan Pavilion, blooming only because of your tenderness. May this encounter last forever.

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