The Road to the Yellow Springs, the Bridge of Helplessness
An old man with a gaunt face sat quietly before the Three Lives Stone, a tobacco pipe in his mouth. In the dim, lightless approach to the bridge, a figure gradually made its way toward him.
The old man took a puff and asked, "Little ghost, back again? What are you planning to write this time?"
The newcomer said nothing, only staring at the Three Lives Stone. After the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, he picked up the iron stylus beside him and wrote down a few words, then turned and left.
The old man glanced at the words on the stone, paused in surprise, then shook his head and said, "A doomed love! A doomed love!"
Four lines were carved into the stone: "A heart devoted, never to regret; alas, love's bond drifts with mortal life. The red thread cannot bring lovers together, so better to sever love at its root."
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I don't want to talk when I feel uncomfortable, haha.
Very cruel! It's so short, but it makes me uncomfortable to watch it. That's very impressive!