Bing Xie, Parting with You Is Harder Than Crossing the Yi River

What is love in this world? None can resist its power.

Though splendor fades like morning dew, and pearls turn to dust,

though it leads to eternal ruin, or leaves one broken and spent,

I only wish you knew where I was buried.

Looking back, I regret that I realized too late. Whose love runs as deep as poetry?

Whose love is as thin as paper? Who can bear witness beneath this blazing sky?

I return to where I began. Who paints longing in the dead of night?

Is it heaven's curse or heaven's gift? A life adrift like a silken thread.

If the bonds of our past are washed away, what joy is there in life, what fear in death?

Then let love shake heaven and earth, and bind us in a lifetime of devotion.

I will ask no more about joy or sorrow, only about the countless threads in your heart.

How can a snapped string be mended? We must finish the ending meant for you and me.

The winds shift, the moonlit night falls silent, and imperial banners change.

In the end, I still remember how we cherished each other.

I give my remaining years to one promise: if life is lived to the fullest, death holds no fear.

If love reaches its final bloom, our love and hate will part like stars beneath the western sky.

May love move heaven and earth. May we hold hands for a thousand autumns and never part.

Wu Xie, take me home...

Xiao Ge, let's go home...