For beauty?
To die beneath the peonies and still be a happy ghost.
Young man?
A youth who doesn't carouse is no youth at all.
In ancient times, peonies inspired all sorts of romantic and amorous imaginings!
Today's men are still enamored of that crimson, lavishly adorned beauty,
whether she's dressed in elegant finery (the deluxe edition) or plain, coarse clothes (the standard edition).
As long as her buds are still green, even if they're small and her leaves sparse, her noble charm will still abound (don't skimp on the leaves or stems to avoid the heavy taxes, and don't raise the price because of it!).
We'll naturally suck you down, one after another, with all our might.
Sip the nectar from the depths of the flower, fill the lungs with bliss and forget your worries.
A soul-stirring, bone-deep embrace, worshipped for its marrow-burning fragrance.
Flowers and willows, love on horseback.
Lung cancer, heart failure.
None of these sordid matters have anything to do with this story.
This is a story about a dewy peony and a foolish-looking Roborovski hamster sucking on each other.
