Tears of the Ill-Fated Lovers

Spring has grown old. Cuckoos cry, beauty fades, and all that remains is sorrow. Two dazzling figures were struck down by blades, their grievances unavenged. Their anguished souls have gone to the underworld. Must they still cling to each other in death? It seems they were bound by karma in a past life. The scenery remains unchanged, but the people have scattered. The sky is still there, and the moon, ever compassionate through the ages, is still full.