She was a ghostly creature born by accident during a sacrificial ceremony in the Warring States period. The King of Hell could not claim her, Taoists could not destroy her, and even the blackwood nail she alone feared was completely consumed in a great fire. Her powers are beyond measure, yet she loves to wander the world, doing only what she wants and taking only the paths she chooses... She is right by your side, making a pact with you or someone else for her own amusement...
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, how many times have I met you in empty dreams? I could never bring myself to put down my pen; every page is covered in blood and tears.
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, every blade of grass and every tree has withered. They say Lingshan rises a thousand feet, yet not a single red rose can be found.
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, how many hearts are bound across the ends of the earth? Day after day, I see geese flying south, but not the old friend whose absence has broken my heart.
Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, once each year a cold star falls. I gaze toward the north, where last year's star shone. Who is this year's cold star?
At this point in the song, the child suddenly stopped. She gazed at you wistfully and smiled.
Do you know? This song used to be my nightmare...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
