I am no longer graceful. At this time when the soldiers are fighting fiercely, what should I fear if I can use my body as a broken flower to defeat the willow in exchange for a lifeline of 100,000 people in Nanjing?
I am no longer beautiful. At this time of fierce war, if I can exchange this body of withered flowers and willows for a glimmer of vitality of 100000 Nanjing people, what am I afraid of?