Who said I don't want this prosperous world?
Who said I won't marry this beautiful woman?
If these three thousand blue hairs all turned into white hair, and this billowing red dust was rubbed into the vicissitudes of life,
I also want to follow my own selfish interests and fulfill this encounter, for the country and for you.
Who said that beauty is a disaster for women? Who said that deep love confuses the eyes and makes them confused.
If these ten fingers of green jade are all dull and withered, this curling gauze squeezes into the thin coolness.
I will also comply with your wishes and fulfill this conspiracy, with the country and with you.