The Falling Peach Blossom

A Song on Lady Xi In the Chu palace, she idly paints her brows anew; alone and silent, she faces late spring. Of all the trials of ages, only death is harder to bear. Is Lady Xi alone in her grief? Lady Xi possessed peerless beauty: eyes clear as autumn waters, a face like peach blossoms, lovely as a hibiscus and graceful as an orchid. Standing, she was like slender bamboo swaying in the breeze; walking, like an immortal soaring through the clouds. And what did it all come to? Where does a beauty’s heart find its home? There is only one answer: a beauty’s bitter sorrow~