All that remains of my life are fireworks, tenderness, freedom, and peace.
“Do you have any regrets?” Fuluolita asks softly. Years have passed, and time has lent this question a new weight as she asks it once more.
Ji Wang faces the evening breeze and gazes at the river of stars. A tender smile, untouched by the passage of time, lifts the corners of his lips, clear and open, without a trace of weariness.
“None.”
“With the solitary lamp of my life, I bought eternal light for the heavens; with half a year of walking alone, I bought a new beginning for the world, year after year.”
“I journeyed through the long night and finally saw the dawn; I weathered every rise and fall and finally found peace.”
“This life is enough. My heart is at peace.”
His gentle words fall and blend into the evening breeze and river of stars, settling into the eternal years as the final chapter of this long story.
The river of stars shines brilliantly, the evening breeze stretches on, the mountains and rivers are silent, and the world rests in peace.
From now on, the eternal game of chess is sealed in history, and a thousand autumns of illusion dissolve into nothing.
Light rests in the heart; may every year be free of sorrow.
May the mountains and rivers remain green, and the world prosper forever.
He returns to the ordinary world with his lamp in hand, and at last, the ages find peace.
