[A small ensemble cast, spirited young people]
A gentle breeze, a bright moon.
Everyone lamented that Heaven was jealous of the gifted and that beautiful women were often sickly, but she scoffed at the idea. With a gourd in her left hand, she could revive even withered trees; with a brush in her right, she could make every evil thing give way. Dressed in a blue robe, she laughed with carefree abandon, a once-in-a-generation talent.
“I am Shen Tingwu. I lie listening to sparse rain fall on the parasol trees; after the rain, the moon hangs faint and hazy. I have been awaiting you for some time.”
“I lie listening to sparse rain fall on the parasol trees, and I know how frost makes the maple leaves glow.” He stood with a hand on his sword, smiling warmly. “I am Shen Zhifeng. My younger sister is unruly. If any of you have a problem with her, come and settle it with me.”
“I am Yu Jibai, of the Yu family of Huahuang Island.”
Yu Jibai, Yu Jibai, unaware that the eastern sky is already bright.
Yu Jibai, Yu Jibai, how could you not know the eastern sky is already bright?
Everyone called her Jing Jiaojiao. She alone called her Qingyun.
“Who’s Jing Jiaojiao? That’s not me. I’m Jing Qingyun.”
Auspicious stars and clouds, joy at every turn.
She was a light that refused to go out, even in the depths of despair.
The little black cat’s fur stood on end. “You’re all a bunch of lunatics.”
So what?
He was willing to stake everything and go mad right alongside them.
We lunatics have to make it through this together.
