I, Qing Yin, have lived a humble life, fleeting like a whisper lost in the night. Dwelling in the shadows of t…
I, Qing Yin, have lived a humble life, fleeting like a whisper lost in the night. Dwelling in the shadows of the pleasure quarters, I've never dared to hope for true devotion.
Yet that glance on the street, our laughter in that shabby little room, and the vows you whispered—I still cannot forget them.
You spoke of roaming the world together, and not for a second did I hesitate—I was ready to follow you anywhere.
If endless wealth could buy but a grain of a true heart, I'd spend every penny without regret.
If a restless life in the jianghu meant a lifetime by your side, I would have welcomed every hardship ahead.
But I waited three days by the river, and you never showed up. It seems your heart had turned elsewhere long before.
Though I gave my trust to the wrong man, I do not regret having loved.
May our paths never cross again, and may I forget you in this lifetime!