Decades have passed through these provinces, and we meet again no longer young. A true man of letters is both mad and chivalrous, able to weep and sing, rising above the common crowd.
Once, dragons and serpents returned to the wilderness; now, the zither and sword rest in lofty towers. I mourn the many heartaches I’ve suffered, not for a beloved woman, but for my sworn enemy.
Zhu Lin: I hear you’re quite the ladies’ man?
Xiao Jiyu: I’m a ladies’ man to the world, but as you wish, I’ll be lewd only with you.
