The Spirit Official’s Stratagem

A slow burn, so be patient and let the story unfold.

In the bloom of youth, a gentle touch stirs the desolate. Amid mist and rain, love in this mortal world remains unfinished.

A soft sigh: one dream of youth, and fame is within reach.

As the ages pass, clouds drift and swords ring; grudges are settled by the green hills and eastern hedges.

A solemn sigh: riding home, white hair at the temples.

The grudge remains, the love remains, the debt remains.