Ode to Pepper Blossoms

The Xiang River runs dry, Mount Wanwei collapses, pearls sink and round things break, jade shatters and cities fall. At first, we gaze upon the pines and catalpas; then we quietly listen at the grave. A thousand years, ten thousand years, the eulogy of pepper blossoms resounds. A thousand years, ten thousand years. A thousand years have passed, and you and I have both turned to dust. The historical records are clear: all that remains of you and me is a single line, Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wanrong conspired to draft the testament. Was it nothing but self-interest and political scheming? The world saw you as a smooth operator, adept at getting along with everyone. You were cautious at every step, careful at every moment, and still, in the end, could not escape... Theme: Love