Inside the locked gate, silence reigns— It is not the Inner Palace anymore. Not only that, it now is verdant spring. In the southern dyansties, women from elite family had greater freedom of action. And the grasses presently grow lush and green.
I may be likened to a fan in autumn, Since you no longer deign to visit me.
Who still remembers how this humble maid refused to ridewith You in Your conveyance? From now on, your humble concubine will bid a farewell to you.