The world is a bureau, who is the one who arranges it?
Mountains and rivers are chess pieces, who is the middle piece in the game?
Once the holy stone is revealed, the prophecy will come true.
Who will be the master of the world paved by destiny?
This is a magnificent epic,
This is a beautiful contest.
The bright moon in the night sky,
Whose sword is illuminated?
That figure in the moonlight,
Whose heart did you steal?
This is a past story of love and hate,
This is a romantic romance.
The country and the bright moon can be one but not both.
The bright moon and the mountains and rivers, if lost, can never be regained.