As a Couch Potato, I Could Never Become a Lord in the Three Kingdoms

One night of passion may be worth more than countless days in this world,

but what about night after night?

A lifetime of self-restraint and observance of propriety may earn the respect of the world,

but what does it mean to me?

If I do right by others but wrong by myself,

if I let everyone take what they want while I swallow my anger,

then what is the meaning of my life?

In this world, both fantastical and familiar,

I can’t be Zhang Jue, Dong Zhuo, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, or Zhuge Liang.

That’s all right. I’ll be myself.