The peach blossoms shine brightly...
A brothel geisha, a young prostitute; the prince's sword, the regent's beloved daughter.
Each other's gender, identity, camp... There are far more things between them than imagined.
If you were just a geisha and I was just a prostitute, wouldn't we be able to be together?
You are the fairy in my painting, how can I bear to let you be hurt by the prejudice of the world.
This relationship is destined to never end. I just lament that fate has played a trick on people. The love has always been deep, but the fate is shallow.