It began as a song sung at full pitch, soaring from beginning to end.
It began as a beautiful tale, a love story from the very start.
It began as a pair of swords, with nothing but grudges between them, whether sheathed or drawn.
Who cares about grudges and tangled affections? What do the great masters and famous names matter?
The moment calls for a bold declaration: bring the wine, and let’s drink it down from the bowl.
We won’t stop until we’re drunk, we won’t stop until we’re drunk.
The long road eventually reaches its end. When we meet, let’s embrace; when we part, let’s see each other off.
Okay, the writing is exceptionally good.