“Her robe is a cloud, her face a flower;
Her balcony, glimmering with the bright spring dew,
Is either the tip of earth's Jade Mountain,
Or a moon-edged roof of paradise.”

—  Li Bai

"A Song Of Pure Happiness I" (清平调之一)

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