Finally a fire started from the water of a river.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the eyes of the Madam of the Red Sleeve Pavilion looking at me.
She entered without resistance the saddest place for women in all the world.
The Red Sleeve Pavilion is a prison, but what if we get out?
Who dares to say that there won't be a prison outside?
What's the point of escaping? Let the water carrying her fate take its course.