The gate of hell, so gloomy so cold so deep and so far away, opening and closing at the bottom of the dry well Girls dare not bend to look in afraid of a hand pusing from behind
Concubine Zhen died thin. Her husband was an emperor, her mother-in-law the emperor dowager Widowed for many years, the dowager feared the laughter between man and woman, feared that Zhen's graceful steps and her perfume hooked the emperor's eye.
She ordered Zhen to die and the emperor to love another.
Crying she said she didn't want to die or pollute the well. If she died the other person would also perish . . . Before she finished she was pushed into a long distant night
She's been floating ever since
in the news a girl who rebels against an exchange marriage jumps into a well