Day and Night, Dust to Dust

[No villains in the entire story! No melodrama! No misunderstandings! An utterly hopeless bad ending that will leave you breathless with anguish!]

At the same time, in the same space, on the same mountain, in the same house.

They loved each other for eighty-three years and stood side by side for eighty-three years, yet could never see one another.

She was an Official of Day in the Yang Order, keeping the daylight peaceful. She wrote the story of a lifetime of longing on a stone wall, trusting it to carry her words.

He was the Day Keeper of the Yin Order, guarding the peace of night. With a carving knife for a pen, he filled the wall with tender replies.

No villain plotted against them. No cruel twist of fate intervened. Neither ever took a wrong step.

Every choice they made was worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of all the people.

Only each other did they fail.

Their only chance to meet was the destruction of the world.

Two people of perfect kindness were fated never to embrace.

From their first meeting to old age, from dark hair to white, they spent their whole lives together in the same place, yet never saw each other, not even once.

It turns out the greatest distance is not the divide between life and death.

It is being by your side every moment, loving you every moment, yet never being able to let you see me.