If life were just like the first time we met - he was the first of the famous actors and the king of the acting world; she was a declining noble and a rising star in the opera world.
When the golden wind and jade dew met - he had love in his eyes and peerless youthfulness; she was as beautiful as peaches and plums, as bright as the bright clouds.
No matter how beautiful the scene is, he has flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, full of tenderness; she, with her red sleeves adding fragrance, is graceful and charming.
Helpless, the flowers fell away——He cherished the feathers and reluctantly parted with them; she felt like a knife was twisting her heart, and her heart was broken.
The people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned - he cares about his family and country and sacrifices his life for righteousness; she has traveled far away from home and experienced vicissitudes of life.
Love, nothing to love; resentment, where to blame; forget, can't forget; miss, miss this life...
In troubled times, who can cry out in sorrow; don't you forget your overwhelming love!