The peony blossoms hold dew, like grains of pearl
The beautiful lady breaks off and picks the blossom, and passes before a window
Holding onto a smile, she asks her husband
The husband teases her on purpose, saying
For prettiness, I would say, the flower and its stem would win
The beautiful lady became jealous at the winning of flower
Stepping and destroying the flower with its stem, saying
If the flower is prettier than concubine
Tonight, sleep together with the flower
(note : bukan gue yg bikin tentunya :) tapi puisinya indah bangeeeett, damn the writer! bisa banget masukin puisi seindah ini ke dalam cerita se-complicated ini)
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