A courtyard full of red maples, a figure in green, telling whose secrets of the heart?
Named Zhao, her radiance lights up the lonely city at night.
That day, all I heard was a hairpin striking stone.
Knowing full well he was her enemy, she donned the bloodstained robes and chose him without hesitation.
When she finally came to her senses, she wondered where her beloved had gone.
But all she saw was
red maple leaves falling through the courtyard, drifting down onto the fragrant steps.
