A courtesan and a bandit.
The broad road has always run between them, like water in separate wells and rivers.
I sell smiles and seek pleasure; you take to the hills and claim your mountain. Why should we be so prejudiced against each other?
A bandit who has taken to the hills, and an official of the imperial court.
Everyone says the road to the setting sun is smooth, yet you insist on the narrow path and never turn back.
My bloodstained robes, my regrets, love and hate leave me torn. I swear I will never surrender to the authorities!
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