In the fifth year of Xuande's reign, I was sent to the palace by my unreliable father.
The flood of years carries me forward non-stop,
In the passing years, some people were trapped in the cage called power, some gradually became numb in the revealed truth, some died for love in the best years, and some finally got married without knowing that this was just the beginning of "Lanyin Xuguo".
It was so fast that I couldn't see myself or them clearly.
This is a fate given by God, a tragedy for society, and an elegy for women.
Year after year, they were once bright, gentle, or happy, but they have been wasted by time in the four corners of the palace wall, numb and despairing.
Only the crabapple flower still blooms year after year...
Intent: social tragedy, female elegy