The heart's devotion, across a thousand years, the past fades like mist.
Whose face waits before the Manhua Hall?
Within a painted scroll, who smiles on the cliff's edge, their soul bound fast by love?
At the Immortal Execution Platform, before the gathered immortals, a resolute farewell.
Since ancient times, flower and leaf on the far shore can never be whole.
Three souls and seven spirits incomplete, through six realms of reincarnation, all to seek your face again.
A mistimed hour, a chance encounter, our first meeting in the imperial palace,
Yet our love from a past life is forgotten.
Trials arise, memories return in dreams; three thousand strands of ink-black hair flow in the wind, a crimson robe dances in the air.
An assassination lays bare the truth, and before the world's eyes, all pretenses fall away.
In this life, I'll trade my life to keep you safe.
An ancient forbidden art reappears, the upper realm senses something amiss, and the soul-returning ritual is fraught with danger.
The netherworld descends into chaos. I open my eyes and see her profile,
Her serene pose, asleep for all eternity.
By the Yellow Springs and the River of Forgetfulness, flowers bloom in the netherworld, all so I can see your eyes once more.
(This story is pure nonsense, though I occasionally drew on references. Please don't take it too seriously. And if you do, go easy on me (๑ʘ∆ʘ๑))
What's going on? It has a beginning but no tail.