The first time, there was plenty of love, but not enough fate. The impoverished scholar could only resign himself to his lot beneath a humble roof. The second time, for the sake of a bond of brotherhood that might not even be real, I still couldn't bring myself to take someone as perfect as you into my arms. Fate came and went. I thought I'd be able to seize it the third time, but fate had already run its course.
But no matter how beautiful love may be, it can still cost you your life. Even battered and bruised, I would still choose love. Even when things don't go as I wish, I will never abandon my original resolve.
