Gu Yan, no matter what happens,
I, Lu Qian,
will always be the young man standing behind you.
Lu Qian,
to me, you are a cup of bitter wine.
You are Bai Ze, a clear and pristine lake.
I, Ru Lan, am just a tiny ripple on your surface after the wind blows.
I throw myself into the world of romance; I am tainted.
Since I am a pristine lake,
I can surely wash away the so-called filth in your arms.
