How many worldly affairs vanish in wind and rain? How many memories linger among mountains and streams? What we see fades away; what we remember disappears. All that remains is eternal helplessness.
The flowers bloom on the far shore, where flowers grow without leaves and leaves grow without flowers. Flower and leaf never meet, forever at odds, like the blooms across the River of Forgetfulness.
Mo Yue, wielding Jinghong, dances in the rain. A life of glory and sorrow, she eventually fades into nothingness.
Si Luo, lost in oblivion, sighs at her grace, light as a startled swan and supple as a swimming dragon, never knowing that she vanished because of them.
Very good, very soft words