I made a mistake and came to this world of intrigues. All I wanted was a peaceful life. Seeing them follow the historical path to the final outcome, I was powerless. If my arrival could block all the disasters for him, maybe I could really risk my own life and be brave for him...
The sound of the pipa still comes to mind. Three hundred years have passed, and the old dream is still vague.
Turning the axis to pluck the strings, whose sigh is heard?
Life is full of sorrows and regrets.
Joy is buried in memories and turns into a past that is more painful than suffering.
I will play another song, but my lovesickness is still longer than my dreams. When the birds return in early spring, will they still be fine?
The sky is vast, where can I send my thoughts?
There are still tears in my eyes, and I still sigh in my heart.
My face is no older than yesterday,
Who will sigh in exchange for three hundred years of loneliness?