Ye Sheng said, "No matter how great the name, sometimes it's ultimately nothing but a void!"
He sighed as he spoke, and with his pale complexion, he looked somewhat pitiful.
It came back to the same thought: 'I never would have expected Ye Sheng to be like this.'
By the square's gate, the crowd's clamor continued. The bizarre singing, just like the bizarre foot-binding, was just as contagious.
A group of men with different vocal ranges pinched their throats, mimicking a woman's coquettish voice. Amidst the cries of pain, they sang in high pitches: "Binding feet, oh, binding feet. You see a foot being bound, but do you know I'm binding a trial? If I don't bind this trial, I'm just a worthless wife. Once I've bound this trial, I'm a Golden Lotus..."
"Oh, my love, my love, the silk ribbons bind me day after day, just as you cling to me night and day. Alas! Once you enter the door of foot-binding, you'll never be free again..."
Interspersed were various cries of pain: "Ah! Help!"
