The Concubine Thief

A dream of morning blossoms, a golden age in Chang'an.

She met him in the most wretched years of her life.

He crossed icy waters and passed through river towns in pursuit of her, driven by hatred. She fled in a sorry state, just to stay alive.

A woman dressed as a man, she rode in fine clothes with her sword at her side, roaming the world.

He said,