I Am a Cross-Dresser

Steep peaks, deep valleys, and clear streams,

A bow, an arrow, and a blue flute,

A fated misfortune, or the will of Heaven?

Nonsense!

Heaven's lightning will not allow a demon to become human,

I urge you to forget these nine hundred days.

I shall stay by my child's side until he comes of age,

I swear to wait for you for fifty thousand years!