She had to die, she had to die, even if he loved her so much, he had to kill her with his own hands.
She was cold, heartless, just like him. He didn't know how to protect her and warm her, but he made her hate him and kill his bride.
He was once high-spirited, but from the moment she saw him, her heart had slowly melted. She would not allow herself to be with him, nor could she tolerate others taking him away.
There are flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, but it is also a vain attempt to draw water from a bamboo basket.