What is goodness?
Water benefits all things and contends with none.
In this age of survival of the fittest, who spares a thought for whether others live or die?
He is elegant yet ruthless, holding a paper fan and watching the world's changes and dynasties rise and fall with amused detachment.
She is lively and eccentric, yet far too foolish. Gently cupping a handful of weak water, she gazes in confusion at the surging waves and fallen blossoms drifting downstream.
He and she pass each other in a crowd. In the vast sea of people, each stands out so clearly that one glance is enough to make them unforgettable for life.
She and he are caught up in a troubled age, pursuing their dreams. In the end, did they toy with the world, or did the world toy with them?
Two extremes: ice and fire, right and wrong.
Looking back,
there seems to be tenderness between an enemy's brows, and doubt in a friend's eyes...
A corrupt dynasty limps on, gasping for breath.
They vie and scheme, pursue and compete, until they have spent every ounce of strength in their lives.
What is fame? What are riches? What is loyalty? What is trust?
What... is goodness?!
And you... what is it you seek...?
