As the guests drift away and go home, the yard becomes vacant. The pearl
blinds in the doorway cover half of the magnificent hall. The wind from the
woods murmurs during this long, long night. When I turn around in the attic, the
crescent moon looks slender. Spring scenery renews every year. However, people
become old in vain. When will new sorrow and old regret end? A single sound of
the shepherd's flute startles the drunken girl's delighted face. The girl behind
the gold window is mentally and physically exhausted. She still feels listless
when she awakens.