"I am a woman, so wretchedly ill-fated! You are a man, yet so faithless! With my youthful face and tender years, I died with my grief unappeased. My loving mother is still alive, but I can no longer care for her. Silks, music, and song are gone from my life forever. The pain that reaches to the Yellow Springs is all your doing. Li, Li, this is our final farewell! After I die, I will become a vengeful ghost, and make sure your wives and concubines know no peace, day or night!"
The voice spoke the words of that final parting, yet without the bitterness it had once held. Washed clean by the years, those resolute words had grown faint and slight, as if separated by mountains and rivers, by a distance too vast to measure, too long ago to cross. They were the lament of a beauty, the dream-talk of a lovesick soul, a wound no one could ever soothe.
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I really like this article and this feeling, so helpless!