In the quiet of the night, when the moon weeps silver tears, I weave tales of love that even the heavens cannot contain. Niulang, do you hear them? I glance wistfully at the celestial river that pierced my heart - a reminder of how our lives could never truly be one. I hear the creak of footsteps enter into my space and i try to wipe my everflowing tears. My voice cracked with sorrow Who are you? I do not recognize you as anyone from the palace? Does the King know of your prescence?
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