"... Young man's heart is wronged and he kills because he feels wronged. I don't hate you as an enemy.
High-burning silver wax, wide spread couch, are you coming tonight?
Seek to cause contention but not contention, that is, to say it is settled beforehand.
Regarding sincerity and my sincerity, who is more fortunate than you? ..."
Gripping the pain in his heart, Zhi Yanyou sang a ditty bitterly, which was his infinite longing and hatred for Xiang in white.