The Sea, Shattered by the Wind

When the waves rise again, the clouds are light and the breeze is gentle. When even a single white cloud in the sky chases another, my love will sing softly... Do you believe me? I truly love you. But when the sea's roar tears the wind's robes to shreds, I can no longer discern the way back to love. The edge of your robe slowly fades away at the mouth of the Nujiang River. You are no longer the domineering ruler you once were. But, "A Hui, I don't know if I dare to love you..." Her gaze crumbles, like a wisp of wind slowly fading away. Her sorrow is so profound. Her black hair, like a waterfall, spreads and fades like ink, as impossible to grasp as the wind. Her tear stains are as deep as the sea. But, "Jingshu, I love you. I can't live without you..."

When the marks of worldly life ferment into red wine in late autumn, when the sleepless spring rain gathers into the rising tide on the shore in early summer, "Jingshu, I'll wait for you and think of you. I'll watch the gulls and egrets take flight with you, and count every sunset..."

Wen Jingshu:

Was it the youthful, unregretful choice of a girl's heart, the lovely face and empty pillow lingering at her heart like unspoken snow and ice, or a turn in the cycle of fate decreed by Heaven? As she followed the tracks of time onto that soil soaked in crimson, what kind of desperate struggle between surrender and perseverance awaited her? Dreams shattered, hearts grieved, lovers parted: what kind of contest between reality and destiny was this? Should she turn away resolutely, or take his hand and join him in a feast of love? Yet who can truly control their heart in love, after all that came before and all the roads that brought them here... The quiet girl is lovely, gentle and mild; a gentleman should seek her. The quiet girl is virtuous, her grace and learning spreading far and wide; a gentleman should admire her...

Li Yihui:

They say that love makes men tender and heroes lose their courage. How could they know that a hero's whole life might be spent just to win a beauty's smile? Without meeting her, he would never have known the taste of love; without meeting her, he would never have known love's suffering, yet willingly embraced it. Without meeting her, he would never have turned the whole world upside down to love for a lifetime. The wonder of life lies in that one particular "her." She is the bond he cannot sever, the debt he keeps imprisoned in his palm. She is his light. When she comes, his world lights up in an instant, and the sun and moon dance together...

They say that when you seek your beloved by following the river upstream, the way is rough and long. But she is the beloved, and a gentleman should seek her...

Jiang Mu:

She is the cinnabar mark planted deep in his heart in his youth; she is the radiant beauty that blossomed in the depths of his soul after the vicissitudes of life. She bloomed in his green years, remained in his thoughts while he studied abroad, and was awaited through his thirties, because she was the white moonlight outside his window! Was theirs a life together distilled through long years? A fate arranged amid the tumult of the mortal world? Or an inscrutable love hidden across time and space? Yet at the moment he gathered her into his arms, he felt neither excitement nor contentment nor joy, but a deep sigh bursting forth from the depths of his heart... That quiet girl in the corner of the city, a gentleman should admire her, should admire her...