Narration: The graceful immortal maiden falls to earth; even the telling leaves the heart desolate.
A maid of the flourishing Tang, Shangguan: how could one describe such a lovely, valiant woman?
Who offered up the robes and headwear?
Narration: With a sorrowful glance back, it is all like a dream. Heaven weeps, and earth perishes.
In that warm embrace, I never knew that youthful pride was all in vain.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Sing a song of passing years; even pearls turn to yellow sand.
Narration: My voice is hoarse. The mountains remain mountains, the waters remain waters; the vast sea is but a drop.
Forget it all; let me simply give my beard a stroke.
Long ago! Gone by!
A rainbow crosses the sunset.
Wah, ah, ah, ah!
Song: The way of yin and yang ghosts, a heart distressed by strangers turning on one another.
Radiant! Tragic!
Half a life of delusions, singing aloud above the Yellow Springs.
Don't panic! Don't panic!
I'll get you a bowl of Meng Po's soup.
Narration: Once the sorrowful drinker sobers, where is he?
Dreams within dreams, railings within railings.
Half-drunk, heart chilled.
A fleeting life? A dream of yellow millet!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
