I turned back the years of time and drank down all the love and hate of a thousand years.
You were honored for three lifetimes, but I refused to be the king's woman.
You left me three lifetimes of silent mountains and rivers, and a thousand years of splendor, but I selfishly fled time and again.
When I bound time, I still couldn't find your lost soul.
The universe may be overturned and rivers may run dry. If only you would turn back to me once more beneath the moon, what is there to fear in defying Heaven?
Remember, I am here, waiting for you, waiting for our next reunion.
A thousand years, ten thousand years: nothing more than a fleeting ride, gone in the blink of an eye.
