Although women are delicate and graceful, they are of no use. If a woman is born as a woman and cannot carry on the family line, she will be like a flower in spring. Beauty is beautiful, but after one season, it turns into mud...
How could a woman be so unworthy of such a deed? Why should a woman be so sad and helpless?
Reborn as a woman, I don't want to feel sorry for myself. I want to face life again. I don't want to be a weak silk flower anymore. Is it revenge or repayment, is it unintentional or ruthless? It's mine and no one can take it away. If you owe me, I have to pay you back thousands of times.
When I come back to rebirth, I will repay you the kindness of a medicine and stay with me forever. Is it just a repayment of kindness or a deep-seated love?
The brocade changes thousands of times, but remains unchanged, and the flowing clouds change gracefully, just for the cliff of love.