The plain porcelain is outlined with blue and white, the brush strokes turning from thick to thin, and the peony on the vase is just like your original makeup.
The sandalwood smoke slowly wafts through the window, and I fully understand your hidden feelings. The writing on the Xuan paper stops halfway.
The glaze color renders the court ladies' painting, and the charm is privately treasured. And your smiling face is like a flower bud about to bloom.
A wisp of your beauty scatters and goes to a place where I cannot reach.