The beginning of the story is also its end. If only all of this were a dream... If only what I see before me were not a dream...
"I followed the Way of poetry in pursuit of what they call freedom. In the end, all I gained was the beginning of a story, but that is my freedom.", Dongfang Mingchen
"I dare to wager on the future with you, but would you dare wager on the past with me? The future may belong to you, but the past and the present still belong to me.", The Emperor
"I'm sorry, brother. Just let me be selfish this once.", Dongfang Ci
"Sigh. You are the only two things I care about. Do not make me slaughter the Three Realms.", Shi Cinian
"If you cannot even protect the people around you, how can you call yourself the strongest? The one who follows the Way of Passion is the most heartless; the one who follows the Way of Severance is the most devoted.", Hu Guanxing
The sun rises in the east. It represents vitality, the start of a new day and the end of the old one. The sunrise in the east marks a brand-new beginning.
Leaving the years behind is so simple when it comes to true farewells. There are no earth-shaking cries, no ancient road lined with willows, only a morning like any other. The sun rises, but an old friend will never wake again.
A hundred years of idle wandering through a fleeting dream; returning, I close my eyes and quietly grieve.
I shut my door to visitors and turn away those who come. I ask nothing of the world, following only what my heart desires.
I heard that freedom was impossible to entrust to anyone; I saw only a tree and a flower withering.
I bid farewell to the years, but my feelings refuse to fade. I watch the moon and stars, and even the stars grow drunk.
