[There is a beautiful woman. I will never forget it when I see it. I think about it like crazy. I half chant, half sing, and half cover my face.
The first time we met, you smiled like a spring breeze and were gentle and elegant. With such gentleness, you became my only relative in this world - my master.
The second time we met, you were depressed and full of sorrow. You were so melancholy that you gave up on me, the master, for that funny destiny.
The third time I met you, you were still gentle and like a spring breeze. You were so good that you persuaded me to come back to you, in order to make up for God's fault - Master.
The fourth time we met, you had already reincarnated and had forgotten your previous life. You were so innocent and expressed your love that you had not dared to express to me before. There was no one in your eyes but me, the master.
The fifth time I got my wish, who are you, so strange yet familiar, you held my little hand with your warm hands, your eyes were so clear, you said you are me - master.
The sixth ending, I feel so pale and powerless, thinking about your unbreakable love for the common people and destiny; thinking about your love that you expressed so innocently; thinking about how you still gave up me, Master, for others in your eyes.
Whether, I shouldn't have engraved your tenderness in my heart; whether, I shouldn't be alone in your tenderness; whether, I shouldn't take you too seriously; whether, I shouldn't love you so bitterly and shouldn't love you.
——Three Xiaosan