Peach blossoms drift, dreams and souls shatter; love won't die, and the heart grows more confused.
Some things I'd rather not say, but in the end, I must.
My wish, your wish, both beyond our reach.
On Peach Blossom Island, laughter is brief; people are sorrowful, storms rage.
The suffering people have long forgotten the love in their hearts. Tomorrow, for whom will I break my sword?
Whirling and scattering in the wind, our half-fated bond comes and goes in fits and starts. In life and death, could our hands still be joined?
Chasing and fleeing, we drift farther away; day and night, the pain never ends. You don't understand me, don't understand my troubled heart.
Peach blossoms drift, faces change; peach blossoms bloom, but can they grow more beautiful?
The wars have long made us forget the love in our hearts. I beg you, grant my wish for peace throughout the world.
