I never thought of myself as being fickle,

Loyalty was a trait that I held close to my heart.

But now, as a bee who flits from one blossom to the next,

I find myself and my affiliations have grown apart.

Bearing my robes of rich scarlet and gold silk,

I was proud to be appointed a strategist of Wu.

I followed wherever Sun Ce found it suitable to lead.

I made sure the world was covered with a deep crimson hue.

Fiery, burning ambitions now seem to be cooled.

A soothing, sapphire rain has put them out.

Sitting here, gazing at the silent, silver stars,

My soul is tormented by fear and doubt.

What is it, you well may ask, that plagues me in such a fashion?

I write truthfully that I myself do not fully understand,

For the one who haunts me every moment I stay awake,

Is an officer under WEI command!

I shall never forget the first time we met, in a battle beneath the moon.

I had no idea what was about to happen to me.

For when I raised my sword in order to best my evil foe,

The first one I fought was, of course, Zhang He.

From the very beginning we fought; I was astounded by his skill and grace.

I felt my soul get lost in his deep, cornflower blue eyes,

The look he sent me made my heart shiver in delightful anticipation.

His sweet smile swore he would tell me no lies.

It soon became apparent that neither of us would win the fight,

His Lord Cao Cao ordered for them all to retreat,

Yet, before he left, he swiftly placed a kiss on my unsuspecting brow,

"I shall return to you before long, my sweet."

So I sit, trying to make one of the hardest choices I have ever made,

I know that I must choose between these two,

I can either betray my clan, my name, and my race,

Or I can betray my heart, the bleeding one of Zhou Yu.