Love Turned to Ashes, Its Fame Lasting for Ten Thousand Generations; Bones Remain for Ten Thousand Years, Love's Sorrow

The spring flowers and snowy moonlight of that year

The soul-searing tenderness of that month

The desolate despair of that day

A love etched through the ages

Its fame lasting for thousands of generations

People have their joys and sorrows, their partings and reunions

The moon waxes and wanes, brightens and dims

If love runs deep and feelings are true

It may invite laughter through the ages

But I have no regrets about being your disciple for this lifetime...