In the final twilight of spring,
every blossom blooms
only to complete a graceful farewell.

It opens without holding anything back,
in the season that is its own,
offering the world all its tenderness and passion.
Even as it turns away,
it leaves behind a fragrance that gently heals the world.

We are all but travelers through this life,
each of us stirring our own ripples
before quietly passing on.

May the light and warmth we once shared
become the gentlest echo in the passage of time,
and, in some unguarded moment,
still illuminate the path we each continue our journey.

(Pictures by Xin Xin)

.Chinese version:
. 芍藥