"Yes, in the end, lovers become spouses."
"..."
"Fallen petals drift on the water, a thousand idle sorrows arise, I silently blame the East Wind.
White-capped waves strike the vast sky, as autumn clouds roll across the horizon.
The East Wind sways the weeping willow's threads, gossamer strands tug at peach blossom petals, while a beaded curtain half-conceals a hibiscus-like face.
The shy flower seems to speak; the gentle jade emanates fragrance.
To achieve a soaring career like a roc on a 90,000-mile journey, one must first endure twenty years of study by snow-lit windows and firefly glow.
My eyes, starved for a glimpse, nearly pierce through; slanderous mouths can only swallow their envy in vain. I am left consumed by a bone-deep lovesickness. How can I bear that one parting glance from her?
Let alone a young scholar like myself, even a man of iron and stone would be stirred and ensnared by love."
