A Peerlessly Elegant Young Master

Dreaming beneath the misty rain of Jiangnan, I return in a drunken haze; leaning lightly against the Red Chamber, I follow the clouds home. The slanting moon still sighs at the beauty's smile; the long rainbow remains unbroken as the north wind blows. The world's affairs are tangled in love and hate; the heroes and maidens of the jianghu carry old sorrows. Your peerless grace leaves the world in awe. Tell me, young master, whom do you await?