The soul returns to Shuomo, and the voice and appearance are separated forever.
Looking out in the boudoir, my head turns gray at the end of the year, but the old promise remains, as fresh as new.
The so-called peace is just a dream.
The mountains and rivers remain the same, and the old friends remain forever. A pillow of lovesickness will eventually form an eternal parting.
In the past, we swore to each other that we would be at ease, and that we would eventually grow old in this world.
One goes to the border wilderness, the other guards the empty court.
We have not returned together in life, but we will always remember each other in death.
The mountains and rivers remain the same, and the old covenant becomes dust.
The peace you seek will never be found.
The night with long lanterns remains the same, the clouds remain the same, and the moon remains the same.
I still remember my old friend holding a lantern, but I don't see him.
The old promise to return home together became an eternal farewell.
One went to the desert, the other stayed in his remaining years.
There are only two options for what you want in the next life:
Maybe we meet again and renew our old alliance;
Maybe we will never meet each other, so as not to miss each other.
Peace in life is ultimately unattainable.
Purpose: Abuse