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A shaded afternoon, a time of blue legend When the faded afternoon shadows brush the living room A cup breathing softly Old Willow, a legend of blue light, brought to life under the name of British Booth You, sitting on a mirror-like glass By the riverside of a distant foreign land Hold the echoes of an age-old love Two lovers soaring like birds Two willow trees reaching out toward each other Inside a teacup, leaning against a silver spoon Gently stirring the cooling warmth The undulating waves and the shapes of the roof tiles Spread out like an old secret The sparkling gold rim Is it a trace of the splendor of time gone by And the blue, imbued with the depth of time Is it a wish for our lives to deepen as well? In this brief moment, where shadow and light intersect What you and I share as we sit face to face is not the tea itself, but the unchanging sense of blue love.