A Butterfly Painted Between the Brows

A touch of sandalwood stains her lips, a golden mandarin-duck design between her brows

Lightly applied, the years take shape in the bronze mirror

The light is dim, and the smoke-like brows she traces are a little too bold

Cut into floral ornaments, gold leaf glimmers with a uniquely alluring sheen

There is nothing left to say, ever since I followed the ways of the world and fell into ruin

What is wrong with pretending until it becomes real? Even if this singing pavilion is only a dream

There is no need to shatter it

The brothel is packed, with only the sound of wind and rain silently waiting outside the door

Though I arrive late, slightly tipsy, I still remain

A beauty capable of captivating a city, my painted silk sash fluttering

That alone is enough to capture every heart, to leave them all spellbound

The brothel is packed, with only the sound of wind and rain silently waiting outside the door

The brush has been dipped in ink, and slowly writes something on the rice paper

After a spell of memories, a flower on the verge of blooming quietly falls

Who could understand this loneliness? The candlelight is dim, tinting the night red

-----Fan Yichen (Drunk in the Brothel)

I've always really liked this song... This story is about a woman who transmigrates through time and transforms into a woman of the brothel...