Song of White Hair

You were born before I was born, and by the time I was born, you were already old. You regret that I was born too late; I regret that you were born too soon. You were born before I was born, and by the time I was born, you were already old. I wish we had been born at the same time, so I could be with you every day. Ye Chen: "I never imagined that after a lifetime of womanizing, now that I'm past fifty, I'd fall madly in love with someone young enough to be my grandson. And he's a man, too." Chu Zhen: "Do you regret it?" Ye Chen: "Yes, I do. If I could do it all over again, I'd rather never have met you. I'd spend the rest of my days womanizing on my Whitehead Mountain, and you'd meet a woman who loved you and whom you loved, and have a house full of children and grandchildren." Chu Zhen: "I don't want a house full of children and grandchildren. I only want to grow old with you, even if it's just for one day, or one hour." Ye Chen: "Shaoyun, why are you so foolish?" Chu Zhen: "No, I'm not foolish. No one has ever treated me so well, not even my father or mother. How could I bear to let you go? How could I bear to miss my chance with you?" Covering my face, this blurb is so ridiculously melodramatic! All right, I think this story will be a glorious mash-up of melodrama and over-the-top clichés. But daydreaming about this kind of thunderously cheesy story is just so much fun. P.S. This is a slow burn. A very slow burn. I've been overflowing with inspiration lately, so here's a promise to myself: I'll try to finish that Smiling, Proud Wanderer story, then work on this one. Theme: