The Legend of Dou Fei

Dressing table, rouge box, sitting alone in front of the mirror, caressing the wind on her frosty temples, lamenting the wasted years; Last night, under the moonlight, branches were broken, I drank wine and played songs, I was drunk with youthful beauty, and I dreamed of going back to the palace and deep pavilion; I still remember that day, with red flowers and candlelight, your heart was burning and my concubine's heart was aroused; To this day, I am filled with tears and sadness every night. I had no choice but to lean against the bamboo window and ask the bright moon with a smile: So what if I regret it, so what if I don't regret it.