Under the lonely and helpless lantern, the faces of the four women became clearer bit by bit...
Some are cold and aloof, dressed in blue, and regard thousands of creatures as mere dogs;
Some are clear and lovely, with smiles as bright as flowers, but they are entangled in grudges and grudges;
Some are graceful and indifferent, simple and elegant, living in seclusion and being quiet and comfortable;
Some work step by step and work hard, just gambling with their youth;
Four kinds of women,
Four lives.
Four sections of sorrow,
Four love affairs.