Wandering around the world for love, and going into danger for the country
The country was destroyed and the people were destroyed, and I surrendered to a foreign country. Who would have thought that I would meet you again?
You are infamy; I am an adult.
There is only a jade pot of spring wine to commemorate the love that has already fermented.
The country is dead and love is ruined. What should we do?
(Don't enter, it's a trap...)