Suihan shone brightly here,
dreams could be shattered,
yet the mountains and rivers remained;
Zhuzhou lay desolate,
Qiongzhou cold and bleak;
only the hero's face endured to this day.
Shishi, huanhuan, wild and desolate,
in Dingguo Capital,
he governed the affairs of the nine provinces;
for ninety years,
a king ruled in Hanzhong, and all under heaven was at peace.
Thus it was born,
my dream had just awakened,
and only then did I know how many kings there had been.
There was a daughter of the Cui Clan, Shiyi,
who loved deeply,
yet did not know what she ought to feel.
Love—where did it begin?
Loyalty—where did it arise?
I would rather there be a lord among the rebels,
than endure the pain that cuts to the bone, the hatred of having one's wife stolen.
May we be mandarin ducks playing in the water in the next life, candles burning to the bone beneath red bed curtains;
may the Lover's Bone withstand the passing years in the next life;
may the years stretch on forever.