In the dim light, no one speaks of heartbreak; this timeless song warns the world.
Her rosy hands, yellow vine wine, the spring colors of the city, the willows by the palace walls. The east wind is cruel, our joy was brief. My heart is full of sorrow, and we have been apart for years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as it was, but I am thin and pale. Tear stains redden and soak through my silk handkerchief. Peach blossoms fall by the quiet pond and pavilion. Our vows still stand, but I have no way to send you this letter. No, no, no!
The world is fickle, and people are cruel. Rain at dusk makes the flowers fall with ease. The morning breeze dries, but tear stains remain. I want to write down my feelings, yet only speak to myself by the slanted railing. Hard, hard, hard!
We are now strangers, and nothing is as it was. My sick soul is always taut as a swing rope. The horn sounds cold in the fading night. Afraid someone will ask, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it!
The story has ups and downs, the emotional descriptions are delicate, the inner world of the characters is resonant, and the content is rich and colorful. It is a good book worth savoring 👍👍👍