When we first met, you said your name was Ali.
You and I spent the happiest three years in that bandhouse that was once regarded as a prison.
"I want to be an eagle, with heaven and earth on both sides of my wings."
"Then I will make a tree. When you are tired from flying, I am willing to stretch out my arms for you to stay and rest."
…
Later
You ruined everything with your own hands.
The next time I hear you is from someone else's mouth.
"The eldest son of Taifu Li's family is capable of both literary and martial arts. He is as brilliant as the moon and has the appearance of a dragon or a phoenix. He is really a wonderful person."
What should I call you?
"Ali? Or, I should call you..."
"Master Li."
"I can't get off." A murmur, or a long sigh.
"This is a mountain, not the branches that jumped down from the past. The bottom is not the ground, but an abyss."
He turned around and walked into the dark front alone. I looked at his back, familiar yet unfamiliar.
Intention: growth