At first, all she dreamed of was finding a good man who loved her as much as she loved him, so they could walk through life together.
For that, she chose to tread the thorn-strewn path of the imperial court.
Fallen blossoms yearn for the water, drifting along in its flow.
She would not let bees and butterflies compete for their share of fragrance;
She only hoped the drooping willows would cherish their golden threads.
At last, when she reached the summit, she looked back with a smile at the winding road behind her, its depths and shallows…
