The fallen flowers have danced before the wind, but the flowing water still only flows eastward.
In this life, she is like a falling flower, dancing alone for you;
However, her dream of transforming into King Xiang cannot come true.
Twenty-four percent of the calamity, two centuries of tragedy,
Is life just like a dream, and prosperity will eventually be disillusioned?
Is it farming and studying in Nanshan, with red sleeves adding fragrance?
She promised her her time,
The telling of fate, the destiny of Laplace.
As persistent as she is, as infatuated as she is.
Two people live forever,
Or making a fuss alone?