[Swords of Legends] Shang Gong Diao

Through life and death we turn, never meeting, until heaven and earth are overturned and we suddenly cross paths. Gladly, detachment brings release, but the past I seek has already faded into obscurity. In the courtyard of paulownia blossoms, black hair turns white; on the grassy banks, wild geese weep red tears. A golden ring from another life passes in a snap of the fingers. Emptiness becomes form, then vanishes into emptiness once more.