Zhongli’s Twilight

Your collar is blue, and my heart is troubled.

I grip a sword and cut open my heart, only to find it tangled beyond all measure.

Faithful until death, unchanged even in death.

Clad in silver blossoms, I become time itself and the souls of the dead.

The imperial family knows no mercy, and grants me a lonely grave.

He loves me, but I do not love him. I love you, but you do not love me.

The gentle and refined never return, and from now on, Bo Jun has no one to confide in.

My heart is like a net woven of two silken threads, knotted within by modest affection.

The wise ruler loves me, but I cannot be with you.

All my cleverness and wit are foolishness. In this life, I have been far too modest, Bo Qianqian.

I watch the mist and clouds on the cliffs through the window.

The mist drifts across the cliffs, and the clouds drift too.

You stand in the snow, holding an umbrella.

Her hair is like snow, and so are her brows.

Life in this mortal world: right and wrong, splendor and vanity.

May you have no regrets, and I will have none either.