Does the Sunset Still Slant Over Wuyi Lane, Seventeen Hundred Years Later?

Xianzhi... Xianzhi...

In your brief decades of life, amid the dreams and illusions, you must hear your own heart.

Your heart is your soul.

Wildflowers bloom beside the Vermilion Bird Bridge; the setting sun slants over the entrance to Black Robe Lane.

Swallows that once nested in the halls of the Wang and Xie families now fly into the homes of common folk.

He has regretted for seventeen hundred years. He has loved for seventeen hundred years.

Theme: The ancient soul Wang Xianzhi has spent seventeen hundred years in regret.