She followed his footsteps all her life, just for him to look back suddenly
She devoted all her life's prosperity to him, just to exchange for his moment of tenderness
It's a pity that things are not as expected
When her blood splashed on his chest
Why is it also painful?
Flower drunkenness dyes the beauty, pouring ink into the world
The prosperity she should have had
But locked into this deep palace for him