Ghost Stories from Wu Men (Ping Xie)

Stars in the sky, blinking bright, the Morning Star glimmers by the river. Morning Star, the rain has passed; Wang Sheng plants peach trees, risking all. Peach trees planted, snowbound courtesy; spring comes, but fewer than seven flowers bloom. One, two, three; three, two, one; twelve people become a gate. People stand tall, the gate stands tall; a toothless little ghost locks the jade yellow. Heaven beyond heaven, people among people; yellow sand and white snow sever the soul. Father and son, speak not aloud; break a peach branch and make a pen. Wind and rain, both mournful; outside the gate and within, the storm rages. Mountains awaken mountains, seas conceal seas; mountains and seas know not the years that pass. Young lad in white gauze, gazing afar, tears streaming down. Do not bully me, do not bully me; for whose sake does my heart break? I'm stuck on my current story, so I'm starting a new one. Wu Xie becomes a merperson, and the setup is really wild.