Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, and the beauty falls with a sigh in a thousand years.
Traveling through thousands of years of time just to meet him;
His heart's blood turned into a drop of cinnabar tear on her brow,
Thousands of years are filled with hatred, and thousands of years are also filled with sorrow.
The mountains are as green as the sky, and the mountains are as low as the underworld; this love will never fade away, and this ambition will never change; this is their oath.
Even if the sea turns into mulberry fields, they will still hold my son's hand and grow old together; this is their agreement.