Mu Qing and Gu Tingqing
Longing upon longing, longing upon longing. In childhood, we played with pearls, waiting for the jade buds to bloom; when the flowers opened, our story began.
Longing upon longing, longing upon longing. As the years turn and flowers shift from branch to branch, we can only pretend we never knew each other.
The Give-Up Line
“I have to live. I have to live so I can learn the truth.”
“Qingqing…”
“Qingqing, let’s go south, to watch the flowers fall and the waters flow… Qingqing.”
“You… go see them yourself. I can’t leave.”
“Tingqing, it’s spring in the south. I hear the flowers are in full bloom, the leaves are green, and the fish swim freely in clear water. I want to go see it with you.”
“Qingqing, let’s go together.”
