He said she was pure
He said she was infatuated
He said she was cold-blooded
He said she was suitable
He said, they said, a cold woman is who they say she is
First love, true love, companionship, staying together, she has asked herself more than once, who does she love more in her heart?
Only after a long time did I realize that the weight of love is actually the same
When fate comes, the love is true
When fate ends, my blessings are also true
Gathered in dependent origination, dispersed in dependent cessation
Why bother worrying about who you love more?