Looking Back, A Lifetime Has Passed

A life beneath the glitter, in the midst of all that glitter…

Her life was filled with helplessness, hardship, and sorrow… She lived under someone else's identity. Caught in the narrow space between light and darkness, she never got what she wanted.

He spent his life chasing romance, dazzling on the surface, yet desolate within…

His life was dim and unremarkable. He looked upon the world and vowed not to fall in love, all for the sake of another…

He was called the leader of the Demon Cult, looking down proudly upon the martial world. Tainted by the mortal world, he loved no one, his heart as venomous as a scorpion's. What did those four words mean? He had yet to meet the one fate had chosen for him…

He was afflicted with a chronic illness. The diagnosis was a death sentence, leaving him only two years to live. He smiled, with nothing left to worry about. Death meant nothing…

She and them… A song without end, echoing in their hearts.

Perhaps it was fate that brought her and them together, so they could meet, grow close, and perhaps… fall in love.

When she looked back, a river of spring had already flowed away. She gave a bitter smile, her feelings turning over and over. In the end, only she remained…

Just as that person had said, it was all a foolish dream. After wandering in circles, she had returned to where she began.

The sun set on a lone shadow, the half moon veiled by broken clouds. Nothing was whole. She could still bear it, though without those things, the pain might remain…

In this mortal world, the unknown road still stretched ahead… No one could let go of the deep attachments of this life. Time passed slowly, yet the memories remained…

All she wanted was a lifetime of passionate abandon, perhaps…