Their tangled story was like a fleeting dream. They first met during a golden age and once stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling as they looked out over the land. But the wheel of fate turned without mercy, driving them step by step into desperation. Their promises of old were like a guttering candle in the wind, snuffed out in the whirlpool of conflict. In the end, one drank poison and took his own life, his soul returning to his homeland. The other was left utterly alone, facing a vast empire with no familiar face to be found. Snow fell thick and fast, burying every trace of the path they had walked, as if their love had never existed in this world. Only endless sorrow remained between heaven and earth, as though fate had played a cruel joke on them. They could not escape the ending that had been set for them, and could only become a lingering, lamentable shadow in the river of time.
