The Qin Melody at the Orchid Pavilion

Red-lacquered wood, an eight-pointed roof

Glazed golden tiles

A sea of flowers beneath the pavilion

Drinking alone inside, the beauty is gone

Only half a string of moonlight remains

Curved like a hook, the world is already in peril

Entirely fictional

Those sensitive to historical themes, proceed with caution

Father-son romance, proceed with caution

Today: claim a spot

Tomorrow: fill it in