The clear moon reflects on the frosty tiles, the bright sun shines on the city gate.
Pedestrians go their separate ways, joy and sorrow indistinguishable.
A fleeting dream of prosperity, half-awake, half-submerged.
After the smoke and clouds dissipate, nothing remains, neither tainted nor traced.
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The clear moon reflects on the frosty tiles, the bright sun shines on the city gate.
Pedestrians go their separate ways, joy and sorrow indistinguishable.
A fleeting dream of prosperity, half-awake, half-submerged.
After the smoke and clouds dissipate, nothing remains, neither tainted nor traced.