ใ็ดซ้ตๅพฎ้บใ
ๆ/AI่ฏ็ฏ
Purple Reverie
Written By AI Shipia
็็็ฆ
ๅ่ฝๆฐดๆถ็่ณๅ
Crystal droplets hang
from glazed tiles,
ๆฑๆผๆฑ
ๅๅบ้ฆๆง็ๆณกๆฒซ
Champagne froths
on vermilion pillarsโ
ๅฝๅจๅฃซๅฟๆณจๅ ฅ้็ท็
As whiskey
pours into celadon cups,
ๆ็ฝ
้ๅๅจๆณขๅพท่ฑๅฐ็
้ต่้
Li Bai topples into
Baudelaire's rhythms,
โโๆๅ ๆญฃ็ฟป่ฏ
็ผ ๆ่ฒ็ๅๅญ็ปๆ
where moonlight translates
the molecular dance of lotus vines.
ๅนฟ็ปฃ
ไธๆ่ฑ็ปธๅจ็ฉน้กถไบค็ป
Cantonese embroidery
and damask interweave
beneath the dome,
็ต็ถๅผฆไธ
ๆ็็ตๅฃซ็ๅๅผฆ
Jazz chords linger
on pipa stringsโ
ไฝ ไป
่ฑไผฆ้พ้ญๆจ้จ่ๅ ฅ
You step
through London's mist,
ๅๆขข
ๆฒพ็็ง่จๆฒๅฐๅพท็
่ฐ่กฃ่็ฑฝ๏ผ
Cotswold lavender seeds
caught in your hair,
่ๆ่ขๅฃ
่ฟๅซ็ๆ ๅฎซ็ๆฎ่ฒ
while my sleeve still
holds the twilight
of the Forbidden City.
ไปๅค
้ฆๆฐๅจๅค่ฐฑไธญๆธธๅผ
Tonight,
fragrance drifts
through ancient scores,
ๆฏไธช
้ณ็ฌฆ้ฝๅผๆ็ดซ่ฒ
each note
blooming in violet hues.
ๆไปฌ
ไบคๆข็ๆๆ็ๆ่ฒไฝ
We exchange
the chromosomes
of civilizationsโ
ๅจๅพกไป้ฝ็้ฃๆชไธ
beneath
Yuxian's upturned eaves,
็่ง
่ฐ่กฃ่็ฐไปๆฎ็ฝๆบๆฏ
we watch lavender fields
ripple from Provence
ไธ็ด
่กๆผพๅฐๅฏๅท็ๅฑฑๅก
to the slopes of Mizhou.
ๅฝ็ผ้
ๆฒๅ้ถ็น็้ๅฃฐ
As chimes
strike the midnight hour,
ๆๆ
็ทๅจ้ฝๆณ่ตท็ดซๆ
every porcelain piece glows
with purple lightโ
่ฟไธๆน็้ๅฝฉ
ไธ่ฅฟๆน็้ฆ็ฒพ
this Eastern glaze
and Western essence
ๅจๆฏๅบ
่พพๆๅฎ็พ็่ๅโโ
blend perfectly
at the cup's bottom:
ๆไปฌ
็งฐๅฎไธบๅ ฑ่ฏ๏ผ
we call it harmony,
ๅ้ฃไบ
ๆถ้ดๆทฑๅคๅพ ็ปญ็ๅ็
and those
lingering aftertastes yet
to unfold in time's deep well.
