[Wind and Cloud] Flames Across the Heavens [Huo Qilin X Nie Feng]

I would trade three lifetimes of fireworks for one lifetime of your enchantment.

The long street stretches on, fireworks blaze. You turn back beneath your lantern.

The pavilion is small, the mortal world turns. I sigh once more over my flute.

Who was it that snapped the strings? Petals fall upon my shoulder, and all fades into a daze.

So many beauties have withered, so many loves have shattered, leaving only bloodstained ink and tears among the tangled graves.

Across the boundless earth, one sword sweeps all away. Where have the songs and splendor gone?

Leaning against the clouds, I hide a thousand flasks to stifle my loneliness. Let others laugh at me if they wish.

Let the world be muddled, let right and wrong be unclear. For a smile from you, I would gladly fall into ruin, life after life.

I send you a song, asking nothing of whether we meet or part when it ends.

Who burned the incense and scattered it, scattering every tangled bond?

Hear the strings snap, severing three thousand threads of longing. Fallen blossoms sink and disappear, burying the ripples of a single morning. If flowers could feel pity, whose fingertips would they fall upon?

Lamplights flicker, voices fade into the distance, and songs cannot sing the end of war-torn times.

A beauty like a flower, years flowing like water: we can return to the past, but never to how things once were.

These stars are not those of last night. For whom did I stand through the night, bathed in wind and dew?

Butterflies are beautiful, but in the end, they cannot fly across the sea.

I would offer up mountains and rivers for a smile from you.

When all the drifting flowers and fleeting blossoms have faded, I will keep you company in solitude.

That is more or less the story.