Flash Marriage: Love at First Sight? Not Quite

In crimson robes, bewitching and carefree, dressed in rainbow silks and feathered robes, for whom does she dance?

A proud winter plum blossoms in the cold. For whom do three thousand flowers bloom?

Beneath the rising moon, two lovers meet at dusk. For whom does she keep her dark hair long?

In the misty rains of Jiangnan, green willows sway in the breeze. For whom is this song of longing played?

The splendor of life is a dream, peach blossoms aflame. For whom does the painter wield his brush?

Through the mortal world, she has roamed carefree for half her life. At whose fleeting glimpse will she pause?

Love at first sight? If they meet again, might she fall in love? Let’s wait and see.

I’m no good at writing introductions, so this will have to do for now.