The night is as cold as water.
I sat on the lawn outside the house, dazed.
The figure of that person gradually emerged in his mind.
Cao Pi? Ziheng? Or the future Emperor Wen of Wei?
By a strange combination of circumstances, I met you.
A beauty in troubled times, it's a pity that I don't belong to you.
When the flames of war were raging, you wandered alone on the shore, eager to find my figure, but I, on the other side of the river, had already gone away.
Our years, perhaps, are gone forever...