Curtain rises
He is peerless in splendor and independent in the world.
She, lonely and unappreciated, servile and servile
His voice is as clear as a zheng
She has dancing sleeves, like water
She stood on tiptoes and spun rapidly
Once as passionate as a moth to a flame
For the faint smile on his lips
For the fleeting light in his eyes
He is as white as an immortal
Her red clothes are stained with blood
Return of the beautiful shadows
She is ashamed to care
He has never been seen
She bows her head and looks downcast
He sighed quietly
If there is no need to complain about separation in this prosperous place, I would like to stay here forever