One is a young man of fine clothes and brilliant promise, destined to become the top scholar.
One is a reclusive martial artist who has withdrawn to the countryside.
Their love from a past life remains unbroken, and their hearts are bound together again in this life.
The world wants me to study, make something of myself, sit the imperial exams, and marry a woman. Everyone would praise me.
True love asks me to remember, stay true, be myself, and fall in love with a man, even if it means betraying the accepted way.
The righteous path wants me to practice martial arts, become a hero, and turn the sun and moon in my hands.
The wicked path wants me to live recklessly, become a fool for love, and care nothing for right or wrong.
We were both strings in another's hands, meant to be tied to this world.
But I chose to sever my string and drift away like clouds and mist.
I'll write this song, and let it travel on, sung along the way.
The second person is really weird (●—●)