Jinyue's Bygone Days

Though women may be delicate and beautiful, they are of little use. Born a woman, if you cannot carry on the family line, then you are like a flower in spring: beautiful for a season, then reduced to mud... What have women done to deserve such abuse? How pitiful their plight, how helpless they are! Reborn as a woman, I refuse to wallow in self-pity. Facing life anew, I will no longer be a fragile climbing vine. Is it revenge or repayment? Am I indifferent or heartless? What is mine, no one can take. What you owe me, you will repay a thousand times over. Reborn, I return to repay your kindness in giving me medicine. A lifetime of tenderness: is it merely repayment, or have I fallen deeply in love? Splendid beauty changes a thousand ways, but obsession and resentment remain. Clouds drift and turn, all for the sake of love's precipice.