She is frost on his armor; he is light in her inkstone.
An imperial edict stitched them into the same land and its fate.
She said, “I’ll keep you safe for the rest of your life.”
He said, “I’ll accompany you across every river and mountain.”
Pear blossoms fell upon armor, while books lay piled beside military reports.
The world is vast, vast enough to hold the achievements of a thousand generations.
Yet the world is small, so small that it can hold only one person.
The green hills remain unchanged, and an old friend returns.
This is a meeting that crosses the divide between life and death,
and a vow to be together, two hearts as one, for all time.
