Following the twisting river, the path leads me far by the lamplight. The frozen cranes cannot move, weeping rain and wind. The frozen pond reflects the silhouette of a woman's hair. I can't even show my tears: a woman, treading the path of bitterness, who threw her heart away long ago. Honor, compassion, tears, and dreams. Yesterday, today - all without the hope of words. A woman, who surrendered her body to the river of bitterness, and threw herself away long ago.