Qixi, a festival that fills the heart with sweetness.
But you and I met on Qixi.
Why, then, are we in the same predicament as the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd?
Separated by heaven and earth.
A human and an immortal in love.
Are we doomed to tragedy?
No, I refuse.
Even if I have to give it everything I've got,
I will do all I can to leave no regrets.
Don't say it doesn't break your heart: the west wind lifts the curtain, and I am as thin as a yellow flower.
Here in the mortal world, where sorrow weighs as heavily as it does in heaven, through the clouds,
can you see me among the yellow flowers?
