Literary version: A beauty sits alone, haggard, smiling among peach blossoms. The river's spring waters have run aground just for you.
A beauty sits alone, haggard. Don't laugh at the drunken peach blossoms. The river's spring waters have run aground just for you.
Fate begins and ends, lives turn through reincarnation, and we descend to the mortal world. Between heaven and earth, I am too drunk to sleep.
In a past life, grudges rose and fell like the tides.
In this life, amid all the turmoil, whose home will the flowers fall upon?
Deep among the peach blossoms, whose white-robed figure cut off three thousand strands of hair?
Deep among the peach blossoms, whose white-robed figure shed endless tears of longing?
Deep among the peach blossoms, whose white-robed figure was consumed by boundless regret?
Entanglements in a past life, love in this one, lives turning through reincarnation. Who is the longing for, who is the heartbreak for, and who is the severing of love for?
Unhinged version:
Well written, keep going...