[Qing Transmigration] A Grave for a Beauty

In a foreign land, I gaze upon the waning moon; surely the waning moon can feel my sorrow.

Pity poor Sheng Sijun, whose longing for you leaves my heart cold.

When will this coldness end? When will your hand take mine?

Our hands joined, yet fate keeps us apart; this unrequited love is mine alone.

This one-sided longing, a thousand tangled threads, knots my heart with sorrow and tears my soul apart.

How many beauties have withered, how much longing has been shattered? Only ink stained with blood remains, weeping over the ruined tombs.

Theme: Love and political intrigue