A Dream of Chaoge

You always say that the five aggregates are empty, but you don't know how heavy deep affection can be.

I say loving you isn't worth it, and neither is hating you.

Ten thousand years ago, at Mount Buzhou, I was lost in your eyes.

Ten thousand years later, at the Investiture of the Gods Platform, whose heart have you bewitched?

My lord, you look so familiar. Have I seen you in a dream?