With their breasts above one shadow.
Shun
Come to me, Wong Fe! I feel that you have blown through my door like a rose petal, and will drift away again, leaving me not a footprint to kiss.
Wong Fe
Neither in life nor in death shall I leave you, my lord. Though I seem to die, and these graces that please you fall to earth like willow-blossoms, it is not I that will lie on the sand.
Shun
Why do you speak of death, Wong Fe?
Wong Fe
Because I am so happy. The sages say that we can have no fairer fortune than to die in our happiest moment.
Shun