I escaped a cup of Lady Meng's soup and crossed the Naihe Bridge, only to be reborn into the joys and sorrows of a love from my previous life. Who can judge what was right or wrong, fortunate or unfortunate, in all of this?
One is Emperor Kangxi, who knew me in a past life but doesn't recognize me now. The other is Rong Ruo, a Qing-dynasty poet whose story cannot be reduced to sorrow. Between Kangxi and Rong Ruo, where am I, An You, supposed to go? I only know that some things cannot be avoided or escaped.
I have seen through so much, helplessly, yet still can't face it with ease. Caught between impossible choices, I struggle forward one faltering step at a time. Where did that carefree ease of walking and singing go? I ask myself blankly, then wonder what kind of ending I've asked for...
