He knocked down the 108-step Buddha Stairway to Heaven step by step, knocking down the 99 steps of bluestone, only asking for a peace charm, hoping that his sweetheart would return safely from the border pass.
We met when he was eight years old, and the young general saved him in the mud. A scar on his cheekbone was a reunion, but also a disaster.
I knelt down with blood and tears for nine days and sincerely asked the gods. What I waited for was not a return, but the news of my death for my country.
Thousands of steps knocking on the moon, but there is no return sound.
The mountains and rivers remained the same, and from now on, he was the only one left in the world, guarding an old dream that would never keep its date.
Intention: Deep love cannot withstand life and death after all, writing about the fate and regret of not being able to love in the world.