The sound of the piano is faint and the water is gurgling.
Three people's calamity will never end.
The peach blossoms have faded. Under the moon and in the rain, I recall your face.
The human face is like peach blossom and the body is like jade, the beauty is as beautiful as brocade.
To whom? Who should I show mercy to?
There is no way that love is deep, but no one knows my heart.
That's all, still unwilling.
Gratitude and resentment, after they wither, no regrets, no resentment.
I swear on my soul that I will never bring sorrow to you or see your face in all my lifetimes.
At this point, farewell to you.