The Peony Pavilion sang:
I will give you a beautiful family like a flower, and the years will pass like a fleeting time.
However, how many days can a woman truly be as calm as a flower?
Did that young lady in green and cold clothes watch over the city until she grew old?
Did the girl who went boating to collect lotus lean on the curtain and look through the autumn water?
And does that young lady who was so frightened that she left her soul still have the love of a husband and a concubine, and will she never abandon her forever?
In those bright days, she loved and hated, gained and lost,
Can you keep your truest self?
For whom will those gentle flowers bloom beautifully in the end?