Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

That, at least, makes perfect sense, enough that Lan Wangji can think back over the words he heard and try to imagine applying such a rhyme scheme to them. He will have to enlist the assistance of someone who speaks English to investigate this further in one of the rooms in which translation is more nebulous, eventually. Perhaps not soon; things are unsettled. "And prophecies can come in this form?"