There is an unbridgeable gulf between us.
I called your name from this side of the chasm, but you left.
You drank the wine I brewed on the other side of the chasm, and I actually cried.
How I wish I had not escaped, how I wish I had not come to this deep palace.
In ancient times, women could not help themselves. Three obediences and four virtues, caring for husband and raising children, being a good wife and mother, these rotten words are still vivid descriptions of those women with small feet, accurate to the last detail.
The edge disappeared in an instant, leaving only flattery and falsehood in the world.
The Fourteenth Master has no connection with her, I admit that. There is no fate, only lovesickness.
Conception: