The Stars Are Dotted and the Autumn Moon Is White

You can see how many times the sweetheart in the boudoir sheds tears You can see that the dead bones in the grave have turned into ashes Do you know that this spring breeze will never blow away my attachment to you? Do you know that these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers cannot express my thoughts about you? You can hear that I, dressed in silk and silk, can dance for you and captivate the city. You can hear that I am living in the mortal world just to find you again Do you remember that you rode to the frontier and promised me a safe return? Can you remember that you picked up flowers with your sword and promised me to stay with you forever? I am willing to pick up a paintbrush and paint a picture for you. When you become successful, you are willing to take me into your arms. I am willing to break a peach blossom and brew a pot of romance for you. When you are ready to return to the fields, you are willing to come back drunk with me. I sacrifice my innocence to help you break this life-and-death situation. When you return from the battlefield, if you wish, you can spread the red dress for ten miles and marry me back home. I will sacrifice my life to help you become famous all over the world. When you bring peace to the Nine Provinces, you may wish to bring a pot of sake to my grave.