Transmigrate: The Beauty Zheng

In Jin City, the rains of the third month fall like a sorrowful song. Who through the ages could sing of such a beauty? The spring breeze lingers, unwilling to part; one tune of rainbow-colored robes intoxicates Tianjin. Yesterday, a painted boat drifted through dreams among the willows. Surely you know that tomorrow brings a city conquered by beauty! Across thousands of miles, she cannot be abandoned; longing clouds her hair as she crosses the Qinling Mountains. Why should the Han Emperor begrudge his beauty? The palace's many painted faces are empty names. Her jade-like skin glistens with water, her hibiscus-patterned brocade curtains reflect her rosy glow. Her lotus steps are delicate, her golden hairpins sway, and her graceful waist moves lightly. The king sets aside all the affairs of the realm and stays drunk in his jade tower, drunk for you. If I may die amid Chang'an's splendor, how could I not care for the heart of the Tang Empire? The Heavenly Wolf rises in the north, darkening the land with barbarian dust. Tears fall as the imperial carriage heads west. The empire's vast territory is left behind without a thought; how pitiful that this beauty was doomed to suffer! Since ancient times, beauties have known only regret, and even their tears fall until dawn!