I died on the Xuanling Palace on the night of the first snow. The sound of joy was deafening, no one lamented for me, not even the father and mother in the corner shed a tear for me. When my soul returned, I saw an unkempt young man standing outside the palace wall, kneeling on the ground, holding a teak-colored brocade box in his hand. Under the underworld, I was lonely for ten years. None of my close relatives asked the Goddess to ask questions, whether they were concerned about my well-being or whether I was short of food and clothing. But there was a man who spent ten years looking for the goddess every year on his death day, but he never asked her. I couldn't see his face or hear his voice, so I didn't know who he was. He brought candied fruits that I could never live without. But he doesn't know that it's also what I hate to see most after death. In ten years, everything will change, like candied fruit, it will become sour and difficult to eat. Who he is, I don't know. This has been going on for ten years, never asking...
