Literary, lyrical version: Spring blooms in all its splendor. Someone steps out from behind a flowering tree, gently plucks the zither, and laments the end of worldly ties.
I raise my bloodstained hands and see off the light cavalry. From this day forth, we stand at opposite ends of the world, and I swear that we will never be the same again.
I answer the imperial summons and enter the capital. Thoughts rise and fall; love takes root, then fades.
I can only lament that the world is in turmoil. The lords contend for the realm, entanglements and upheavals abound, and at last the enemy lays siege to the city, flames filling the sky.
The hell built by love, and the love and hatred that stretch on: from that day on, my Chaoge never knew darkness again.
Silly parody version: When the most adorably clueless Daji in history meets the lovesick King Zhou, while still unable to forget the devious Ji Fa in her heart, what kind of historic storm will entangle the three of them?!
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