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As the day comes to an end, a passing breath of wind and rain

rinses away the sun’s blazing heat.

The music of earth’s inner pattern falls silent.

Facing a chestnut-blossom mirror, I brush on a wisp of powder,

and through gossamer robes of crimson silk, my jade skin glistens

sleek and fragrant as tender snow.

I smile and say to my sandalwood love:

tonight, inside gauze bed-curtains, pillow and mat will be cool.