She is afraid of pain, suffering, and tiredness
Afraid of injury, afraid of hard work
So she doesn't love, hate, hate, or get angry
Not moved, not infatuated
But it also hurts those who love her and want to be loved by her
In three thousand motes of dust, I would rather love or hate
In this way, the whole world only loves her woman, the woman who will never wrong her, the woman who loves without hesitation.
Whose calamity will it be, and whose calamity will it be overcome?