I traveled through thousands of years
I don't ask him to love me and grow old hand in hand with me
I know: Although the husband is good, the concubine's wishes are not allowed.
I just wish he could look at me when he turns around
Remember my smiling eyes
Who connected me with his destiny through the blossoming and falling of flowers, the vicissitudes of the sea, and countless sunrises and sunsets?
In this way, my journey in this life is not in vain