One is a carefree scoundrel, the other was born without a sense of feeling. But love has never made any sense.
When everything settles and they each return to their rightful place, their identities at opposite extremes turn every tender feeling into a flower reflected in a mirror, a moon mirrored in water.
If he wants to defy the order of the universe, he will have to risk everything.
The song ends, and I pass along the road to Songling. I look back at the fourteen bridges veiled in mist.
At least I have seen your flower-like smile, and heard you say that you love me.
