Chapter 16 "Susu"

"Susu" Susu is an infatuated woman, Like a wild rose, her beauty; Like a wild rose, her beauty A storm came and ruined her life experience. There is her tombstone in this barren grass Drowned in the weeds, her sorrow; Drowned in the weeds, her sorrow— Ah, blood-stained roses have grown in this wasteland! That rose is the soul of an infatuated woman, Moisturized by the dew in the morning, In the evening, there is the evening wind to keep me warm, There is also the comfort of the long night, watching the stars. You say this should be her peace? But fate calls the ruthless hand to grasp,

Climb, climb to the fullest of the splendor on the blue strip,— Poor thing, Susu has been tortured once again!