Yu'er, now I know that I am not heartless with you, but I have no love for you.
If there is an afterlife, I hope that with that commoner, you will be that village woman, holding my son's hand and growing old together with him.
At the top of the brilliance, who knows the helplessness of being in a high position?
In the vast sky, who can understand the involuntary aloofness?
Green grass, who can relieve a gentleman's faint sorrow?
A hundred years later, who will understand the deep and heartless mourning?
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