Wordless, a lone ascend up the west tower,
The moon like a hook.
Framed within the deep courtyard, locked within deep autumnal pinings.
Impossible to cut, every trim begets more entanglements,
Are the threads of sorrow and being away.
Is this not a unique flavour upon the heart’s way…
-李煜 Li Yu, last emperor of the Tang dynasty
The poet-king who lost his kingdom, the dynasty of his forebears, and his dignity.