Still Holding the Pipa

I often have a dream. In the dream, the moon is dim and the clouds are heavy, and I can't see what's going on around me. A girl is running in the grass in a panic, and the grass scratches her bare legs, leaving small marks. But she didn't stop. I felt that she was afraid of something. She didn't dare to stay or look back. … "I'm sorry." Who is always full of guilt for me in my dreams. "I will protect you from now on." … The high walls in the palace cannot block the hot sunshine, nor can they trap me. … If there is a future, I will plant a loquat tree, hang a swing, and bury a few jars of wine.