Farewell to the Red Chamber

No golden finger, no System, not a wish-fulfillment story, one female lead.

The dream of crimson mansions is over, their splendor reduced to ashes.

There is no way back, and the rest of life will be spent as a stranger.

Such is the human world, buffeted by wind and rain.

At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill?

A dream of Red Mansions must, in the end, be left behind.