Poor bones by the Wuding River,
It's like someone from a spring boudoir dream!
After so many grievances,
left behind,
Should it be so deeply sentimental?
It turns out that I have been obsessed with revenge for so many years.
It can only add a deeper level of damage;
It turns out that all fame, wealth and power,
All will turn into clouds and smoke with the passing of life.
The power of the Mingyue Order,
Who has benefited?
Then,
all the strife,
What's the point?
What kind of Sixty Guilds, what kind of Tiger Roaring Villa, what kind of Nightmare Flower Sect...
It turns out that the happiness in my hands is
That's what should be grasped,
It turns out that tolerance, contentment and life,
It is the magic weapon to ensure happiness.