Lanterns of Flowing Spring
She paused on the bridge, the lantern light brushing her cheeks with warmth, while the waterfalls roared like a hymn of eternal spring. Cherry blossoms swirled through the night, weaving their fragrance into the air, mingling with the sound of flowing waters.
Her gaze held a secret joy, as though she alone knew the hidden tale of the rivers and petals. The pagoda gleamed in the distance, a beacon of dreams, waiting for her return.
And so she walked on, carrying the season’s fleeting beauty in her heart, a promise to bloom again.
 
流るる春の灯
彼女は橋の上で立ち止まり、灯籠の光が頬を優しく照らす中、滝の轟きは永遠の春の賛歌のように響いていた。夜を舞う桜の花びらは香りを編み込み、水の調べと重なり合う。
その瞳には密やかな喜びが宿り、彼女だけが知る川と花の物語が隠されていた。遠く輝く pagoda は夢の灯台となり、彼女の帰りを待っている。
そして彼女は歩みを進めた――心に儚き春の美を抱き、再び花開く約束とともに。