The Starry River Runs Hot: You're My Ideal in This World

He said, “My lover rode a bamboo horse over, circling my bed to play with green plums.” But the green plums withered, and the bamboo horse grew old. She said, “I would be both his tears and his lake.” But the moon in the lake was the moon in the sky, and the one in her tears was not the one in his heart. Crossing black mountains and white waters, enduring a hundred trials and a thousand hardships, searching desperately through this blazing river of stars, because you are my ideal of all that this world can be…