Spring in the Painted Hall
One lifetime, one generation, two hearts meant to be as one. How can fate let them languish apart?
They yearn for and gaze at each other, yet cannot be together. For whom does spring bloom beneath the heavens?
A cup of water is easy to beg for at Blue Bridge, but once the elixir is made, it is hard to flee to the blue sea.
If only we could meet at the Ford of the Milky Way and drink together, then face each other and forget our poverty.
