Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation: Beneath the Wind and Dew, I Stand Awake for You Through the Night

Farewell to My Wife

We joined our hair and became husband and wife,

Our love and trust in each other never in doubt.

Tonight, we share our joy,

And cherish this precious moment while the hour is right.

I, a soldier, think of the road ahead,

And rise to ask how deep the night has grown.

The stars of Shen and Chen have both disappeared,

So now I must be on my way and say goodbye.

I march to war, with no day set for our reunion.

We clasp hands and sigh, our tears flow as we part alive.

Hold fast to the beauty of spring,

And do not forget the joyful times we shared.

If I live, I will return to you;

If I die, I will think of you forever.

A Yao, only now do I understand that what truly stays etched in our hearts is not just guilt or pure goodness, but the genuine feelings we entrusted to one another amid the flood of fate. Even if they were fleeting, even if they were ultimately crushed beneath the wheels of hatred and opposing convictions, their light can never be completely extinguished.