Awaiting Your Return

When we first met, spring apricot blossoms were just opening. You were merely a traveler, and I was merely a student.

Then, just as I was about to flee my arranged marriage, you came to my aid.

When we met again, you were a decisive general, and I was a newly appointed female official.

Drawn unwittingly into political turmoil, caught between open and covert power struggles, I watched the winds shift across Anyang City.

I have no regrets in this life. I only wish for peace and happiness. I will honor the promise I made you: on the Qingyang Road, I will wait for your return after every last flower has fallen.