Spring rain falls softly. A wandering son, cold beneath his quilt, sits like a withered branch. Tears fall one by one. Does he ever think back to the past?
The past: dance halls and opera stages, glittering excess, cups raised and exchanged, a white-robed figure gliding past a crimson skirt...
He was once a jade tree, nurtured within palace walls. How could he be suited to war and bloodshed? Yet fate pushed him, step by step, toward the throne of power.
As time passed and his dark hair turned white, living three thousand miles beyond his homeland, could he still remember its jade steps and carved balustrades...
Theme: Retelling Li Yu's life
Very beautiful, highly recommended????