He was the nation’s peerless hero, a matchless talent among men. His laughter routed Qin’s armies, and his writings made Yan’s generals fret. Yet all he wished for was to watch the white dragon of Maodong with her, and listen to the golden pheasant of Jingxi with her.
She was the daughter of a family of generals, a noble lady, her plain face flushed with beauty, her lovely eyes clear and bright. Yet all she could do was dream of her beloved by the lonely window, wishing to become a butterfly in the western garden, but never quite succeeding.
Who could have known that war would break out one day, with troops on the march and drums of war shaking the land? From then on, turmoil would give way to peace.
I have long lamented that this body is not my own. When will I forget my endless striving?
The night deepens, the wind dies, and the water lies still. After ten years of blades and swords, we return together to our old woods.
