Chapter 23 arrow

arrow I think of your beauty, and this arrow Constructed of fantasies, falling to the marrow of my bones. No man dared to look at her, no one, when she first grew into a woman Tall man lofty, face and chest The color is soft like apple blossom. This kind of beauty is kinder, but I have a reason Weeping for the beauty of the past. Translated by Yuan Kejia