A Stone's Throw from the Horizon: Peach Blossom Promise

Do you believe there was once a Peach Blossom Spring in this world?

That morning in my memory, he was walking through the mist, his figure indistinct, like a peach blossom long veiled in haze. Stars and moonlight adorned his brow; he wore the stars like a cloak, and his brilliant blue eyes shone brightly.

In Italy, at that place called Gods and Monsters, he wantonly poured brandy over his head and danced wildly to the music. His eyes were hazy, his lips thin, his sensuality half concealed. He beckoned with a finger, his beauty eclipsing the light and reflections on the water...

Who remembers that deadly yet breathtaking poison when the mandrake flowers bloom?

He smiled and said, "The gods' prophecy, an immortal vow, a world apart though we're close at hand, engraved forever on the monument of eternity. Even if chaos returns... In this life, this lifetime: rule, worship, faith, meeting, forgetting, cause and effect, reincarnation."

----Chuyan, do you believe it? A Peach Blossom Spring really did exist in this world.

That morning in my memory.

----If I can't find you, then even if we're close at hand, we'll be worlds apart. I'll go through hell, through fire and sea, without regret.

"The peach blossoms have long since withered, and the song of a thousand flowers has ended," she said, her expression calm as a breeze. "Snowden, I know you're not drunk..."

From the very first moment I laid eyes on you.