The Final Love

A flame of glazed glass. Possessed, yet still my own self.

I fight against Heaven, defy fate, and stand against demons.

I lose to nothing under Heaven, except for love.

I watched a grand display of fireworks, and when it was over, only I remained, withered and alone. Though I have withered, my spirit will never die! I was reborn with my dreams.

The sand slips through my fingertips as illusions fade; a few scattered petals drift through the dark night as I weep alone. It all seems meaningless now, for that spark of life is gone.

The hurts of passing years wound the heart, drop by drop. I am drunk on this world. Does it hurt? No. I am like a flower, with no one to rely on, growing all by myself and longing for spring. All that was beautiful vanished in winter. So I cannot get what I want, while there is little of what I do not want. I thought my life was simple. I thought I had nothing. Only later did I realize I had heaven: when you think of someone, and there is someone you long for, that is heaven!

I still remember how the hopes in my heart were shattered, bit by bit. I forget whether...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.