The Eastern Palace

A single melody of the River of Oblivion, Cannot wash away the grievances of the past.

The song ends, Leaving behind a heart full of sighs.

The night is still young, Yet it holds more than just the world's prosperity, And the years of elegance are never truly exhausted.

I wish that in the next life, I will not meet you again.

Endless tears of sorrow, Stream down both cheeks, Washing away the painful memories of the past.

In the next life, I do not wish, To ever fail you again.

Flowing together, side by side, I wish the River of Oblivion were even murkier, ...

To find one who truly cares, And fly together, wing to wing!