Perhaps those who get involved in the imperial court are destined to be bound by three thousand curtains in the deep palace.
The pair should have lived in seclusion, smiling at the world of mortals, embracing the moon until their death, and burying their bones by the willow, but they had tasted all the separation in the world.
This love was born under the lush green hills, and the bottles follow the moon as it sets in the sky.