I thought that when the king of the Jinlin tribe granted you a wife, you would refuse, but you didn't. I thought that when I put on my wedding dress and traveled far to that snow-covered land, you would ask me to stay, but you didn't. I thought that when you had gained the whole world, you would smile tenderly and bring me home. But I guessed you right, and myself wrong. Life is like a dream. If I had known that traveling across mountains, rivers, and temples could never bring us a lifetime together, then, brother, why did we ever have to meet?
