When we first met, he rode a fiery red horse through the falling snow. I couldn't make out his face, or see what lay ahead for me.
When we met again, I wore a red bridal veil. Everywhere I could see was red, even the shock and grief in the corners of his eyes.
He once held my hand and took me to the Wangyue Tower to admire the moon. He said everyone thought she was like the sun, but he thought she was like the moon. I shook my head and said nothing.
He said he wished I were a star. I asked why. He said stars always appeared in clusters, so they wouldn't be lonely.
Perhaps.
But as I gazed into this endless night, I felt nothing but loneliness, sorrow, and uncertainty. For through this endless night, I had always walked alone.
