Years of Sorrow

Is it a crime to transmigrate? I only went to interpret a dream, but who could have guessed I’d somehow end up in the Qing Dynasty! I met many people, but only a few were sincere with me. The people who appeared in my life kept passing me by, time and time again. Should I fight fate with everything I have, or simply accept what it has in store for me...

Who will tell me what to do next? Who will comfort me when I feel most helpless? And who will be my partner in the end...

This isn’t purely a romance, nor is it purely political. I just want to write about a life unlike any other, one with brilliance amid the ordinary and normalcy amid the extraordinary.

I always thought I could keep looking at you until I was a hundred. No idea of perfection could compare with falling asleep in your arms. I’m so tired, so tired. I’m afraid that if I stay awake by holding back my tears, I’ll never have another chance to embrace you in my dreams. We just pass each other by, if that’s what fate has in store. Why did we have to meet, and why did you have to love me? We just pass each other by. Could it be that I didn’t love you enough? My throat is nearly raw from shouting, and there are things I didn’t have time to tell you.