The little princess who had been carefree since she was a child came in gorgeous clothes and left like this;
Your Highness, who has suffered so much humiliation, came here dirty, but it will remain like this forever;
Childhood sweethearts, enemies of country and family, and love is hard to break.
Until that day on the city wall, she asked you to let her go, and she also let herself go;
You can't catch her falling colorful shawl, the country is in your hand, a wise king, no one knows about his dead wife;
She doesn't want to see you again at the end of her life. She will leave with the wind and never live again. No one knows her love and hate.
Love is separated, hate is incomprehensible, love is constant,
This is the ending of the ink falling on the snow.
