Bright, bright moon, my heart is an open book. Three cycles of reincarnation, yet I cannot have what I seek.
Blazing sun, your heart burns like fire. I search high and low, spending three lifetimes on the quest.
A jade bell sparks a tangled affair of love and hate, leaving them burdened by resentment.
A paper umbrella shelters them from entangled feuds, drawing them into mutual affection.
If you know you are sorry for me, you are not allowed to abandon the article. I allow you to take your time and write when you have time.