I thought you were my salvation, but you became my obsession
For whom do I dance a song, for whom do I play the Yaoqin, for whom do I paint pictures, for whom do I boil a pot of wine.
If life can stop here, I hope that in the next life no one will meet anyone, no one will remember anyone, and no one will miss anyone. In this way, there will be no love, no thoughts, no worries, no fear, no thoughts, and no hatred.
You hope so too. Right.