It was late April, and the cold wind whistled. Accompanied by the Blind Man’s strumming and his melancholic singing, the atmosphere turned bleak and desolate.
"The second movement breaks the heart: in the deep courtyard, the pear blossoms fade too soon; the carriage lingers long at the hall, the oil-lamp-lit paulownia cart carries you away; as you leave, tears fall like rain upon the red silk."
"The third movement breaks the heart: fallen flowers turn to rain, and I am filled with sorrow; on the swing, I once saw a smiling face, but now all has withered like the begonia; I am left alone in the outer courtyard, playing the flute and thinking of the orchid boat."
Chapter 602