The Peach Character: A Thousand-Year Fate

You are not yet drunk. Fallen petals and scattered crimson blossoms carpet the ground. Wine stains, green moss, the clear, cold sound of a flute. You are not yet drunk. Your sorrow remains, while moonlight spills across the steps. The courtyard is still, bamboo shadows dense. You are not yet drunk. Longing colors your cheeks, your feelings beyond words. Where does the cuckoo cry, its mournful call piercing the cold? You are not yet drunk. Your thoughts lie tangled, your shadow mottled. A cold wind blows through; I listen to rain in the little tower. You are not yet drunk. Your dance robe lies in disarray, and you cannot bear to leave it. Green waters shimmer as you pour out your plaintive grief. You are not yet drunk. Wine and moonlight blur your troubled brow. Parting sorrow is easy to soothe; devotion is hard to sever. You are not yet drunk. Faded rouge and a butterfly are laid together in a fragrant grave. One bright moon, two hearts yearning. Now you are drunk. Fireflies on the clear steps shine on one another. Faint stars, candlelight, the green lamp still burning. Now you are drunk. Half a sheet of colorful paper cannot voice your complaint. Raindrops tap lightly. Where will your dreams of home return? Now you are drunk. Intoxication brings its own heartache. A lonely shadow, a wild sword dance. Now you are drunk. You do not see the one you miss, only tears flowing in pairs. Butterfly wings fall, and neither can follow the other. Now you are drunk. The world's weeping in sobriety is beyond understanding. Do not imitate the purple mandarin ducks; do not ask to fly together. Now you are drunk. You dream of March rain, steeped in the sorrow of parting. Longing and resentment stretch to the sky; all you can do is lament love's indifference. Now you are drunk. Flowers bloom and fall, and day turns to dusk. The mortal world's clear breeze and drifting clouds pass before your eyes. Can you not see? The dancer's fragrant flowers fall, their crimson petals scattered. A painted butterfly mirrors a sorrowful brow. Can you not see? In the cold palace, moonlight and shadows lie across the steps. Tears ruin the painted brows. Can you not see? Countless mandarin ducks are paired in this world. How many truly stay together? Can you not see? Rain strips the dancer's robe of its beauty. Love is all the more fickle. Can you not see? Among falling autumn leaves, the swing gives voice to parting grief. How can tears ease such pain? Can you not see? The flowing water carries blossoms away, always without pity. The fate of this world is hard to predict. Can you not see? The moon moves from east to west, yet never becomes whole. In the long night, longing is silent.