The day my elder sister and I were born, she became a goddess,
while I became the despicable thief who stole the goddess’s thread of love.
Our parents favored her, and our brothers doted on her.
Even my childhood sweetheart, to whom I had been betrothed since childhood, rushed to find her without hesitation when we were in danger.
To make sure their family could be reunited,
I climbed the immortal mountain on my knees, begging the immortals to draw the thread of love from my body.
From then on, I was left with no joy, anger, sorrow, or desire.
Yet they wept, eyes red, begging me to forgive them.
