Plum Blossoms Fall at the Golden Palace, Returning to the Green Tomb

That year, beneath clear skies and warm sunshine, she gave him a skull-shaped drinking vessel, and they pledged themselves to each other. That year, fresh snow blanketed the streets, and a bridal procession stretched for miles. She married him and officially became his consort; they were deeply devoted to each other. That year, the snow glistened in the fading light, and plum blossoms fell from bare branches. He and she were separated by life and death, each going their own way. Then the years passed like a song, the past faded like smoke, and in the end she carried a lock of black hair with her and grew old in the far north. -- The New Year is coming. It's the first year since I married into the family. They say auspicious snow promises a good harvest, and A Chu's health has gradually improved, too. That's good. -- You spoke of the sun setting over the long river, of snowy mountain peaks. You said you wanted me to go with you and see them. Theme: