[YWW.ME] August 1, 2025 Yuhe Alin

A light rain falls haphazardly on the lotus pond, and evening smoke rises from the rolled-up curtains of the hall. The fragrance doesn't sink into the water; a leisurely mood urges me to set sail. The wind whispers softly on the deep bank, and the turtle feels the chill amidst the lush leaves. In solitude, I listen to the lingering melody, its sound flowing into the balustrade.