That night, who was deep in the cold dawn, singing in a low voice, with sad words?
Who is it, every inch of tender intestine, torn into pieces and turned into tears of lovesickness?
Is it him or her?
Love that spans thousands of years, is it right or wrong?
Let him be the all-powerful emperor,
She is a stunningly beautiful and talented woman,
In the end, I was sitting alone in a dangerous building, facing the moon.
It's all a drunken dream...