"I only wish that you would forever hold the memory of that unrivaled maiden in your heart, never wanting your last memory of me to be that of a disgust-evoking old woman with chicken-skin and crane hair!"
"If you still consider me your wife, then please grant me this!"
I still remember, when I heard that heart-wrenching plea from behind the door, my heart shattered into pieces.
But she never came out.
And the day after I arrived home, she left.
Although her remains were dressed up, that deep regret lingered in death, leaving a trace of sadness.
For so many years, it has been the greatest regret in my heart.
Now, I see you again, Little Juan, at the peak of your beauty. I hope this doesn't count as breaking my promise?
You said, "With divided hearts, it's hard to share a common purpose!"
But do you know how many years I've regretted?
Do you know how I've lived these years?
Do you know how much I've missed you?