Dad said that I was born in the season when lotus flowers withered, so I have a literary name - Lian Hua withered.
Dad said, I was born in Goulan, a noble man, and I was destined to commit suicide. If I spend my whole life, I may not be able to escape the fate of red flowers and green willows.
In the more than ten years I have been in Yu Chong Lou, I have met a lot of people, but not half as many as I did in Jianghu. It turns out I belong here.
I am the lotus born, I am the song of the heart, I am the withered flower.