"The prince told me that day that he wanted to marry me, but I didn't agree."
Chu Nanyu didn't know how to look at the petite person in his arms. The iris flowers looking around were also silently whispering and lamenting. The lonely and frivolous wind was swinging the sleeves. The swallows were silent and the fish were not jumping... It's a pity that the beautiful lady left.
The poem begins with tung flowers and ends with iris flowers.
Intention: If you can't marry me, I won't marry anyone else.
