She is the oiran who performs her craft but not her body in Sijun Pavilion of the brothel. Her love is the prohibition and fetters of the world of mortals. She cannot love but cannot let go, and she cannot let go. What is it after all?
In the brothel, how many women's lives are buried, how many unforgettable loves are buried in the dust, they, they, betrayal, deep love, abandonment, fame, reputation, who is right and who is wrong.
Once the dream is broken, I enter the brothel, the beauty is like a song, the lingering music, the sound of the flute, the pavilion turns, the alley is silent, the tears on the river, a ballad, the mortal world is tossed, the love is hard to break, the white jade is flawless, pure and peaceful, I am a good match for you, hundreds of turns and thousands of dust and mud, where to go, you wish.