A golden phoenix crown and dangling gold hair ornaments: she did not adorn herself to bewitch others, but was bewitching in her sorrow.
There has never been a beauty to rival her through the ages! Her loveliness delights the eye! Her beauty could topple kingdoms! She was breathtaking to all who saw her!
Who is still humming that old, hazy song, as ethereal as she was?
Her skin was like jade, her complexion like snow, and her three thousand strands of dark hair made all who saw them envious.
But none of it could rival her unmatched fate. He alone was to blame for his lack of feeling. That glass of wine was poison, yet it went down smoothly.
This deadly game of chess has dragged on too long. Look, isn't that woman in red standing atop the lofty city wall...
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