One glimpse in the capital, and my heart was stirred.
If our first meeting had not been a deception, if I had been able to offer you that sachet, if I had been able to protect you in front of everyone, if we had never faced each other with weapons drawn, how wonderful that would have been.
Falling for her: Her companionship is still vivid in my mind.
Testing her: She protected me in front of everyone. It seemed I had won, yet my heart was unbearably heavy.
Coming into conflict: I inherited my father's position, and in the end stood before her with a spear in my hand.
Imprisonment: She was like a withered tree, her heart dead, bent on dying. What could I do to keep her by my side?
Passing away: I no longer wished to remain in this world.
“Weixi, will I ever see the flowers bloom again?”
Theme: In this life, I can serve my country, but not be with you
