Two thousand four hundred years, how long will 'I' have to wait... You have not forgotten the promise in the Purple Bamboo Forest...
Golden threads weave dreams in clouds, who wakes up?
The long smoke and the shadow of mist are too late to regret
There is you at the end of the other shore, and the situation in Kyushu is eclipsed
On the day of Qizhun Bodhi, who is the beautiful shadow of the purple bamboo?
Zizhu has been waiting for thousands of years, but she knew it was hopeless.
At the beginning of the night of hundreds of ghosts, at least you and I are there