The silent moon sings in the frost, how beautiful and how sinful. Our love is so far away but never breaks. You play the flute and I pluck the strings. I am willing to forget all the fetters in this troubled world forever for you.
Heaping snow and weeping blood, we can neither forget nor want to forget. Our love cannot be annihilated despite hatred. You wield the sword, I wield the sword. I no longer disdain all the disputes in this world, and I hope you can show off your beauty.
I can't forget, our reunion under the moonlight night, and your singing made my heart sink. If I am destined to be unable to forget and hate you in this life, then let me devote everything I have to loving you, even if my life ends, even if the world is turned upside down.
In this life, I only sing a song for you, hold your hand, and grow old with you.