What's the big deal? Isn't it always like this? Hahahaha. Fangfa, send me a raincoat, red-bean glutinous rice balls, and wine to ask the heavens. I know not in the heavenly palaces, what year it is tonight. I want to ride the wind and return, yet fear the jade towers are too cold up high. I dance, casting my shadow, and wonder: how could life on earth compare?
