The cold and lonely prince bears the pain of his country's subjugation,
He wants to cut the rebels with thousands of swords;
The cherry blossom-like woman blocked an arrow for that man,
The appearance of fallen flowers;
How much joy and how much sadness,
Love was the gap they could not bridge in that turbulent era.
Is it a fateful beauty? Are they the sharp eyes under the moonlight?
He has never been able to see through it,
But she didn't want him to succeed,
Such and such, this body and mind,
Also, this empire.