After thinking for a long time, I still classified the article as fantasy.
This story takes place in an elegant era, but the protagonist comes from troubled times.
Crossing the ocean is not for elegance and comfort, but for forgiveness.
The story I want to tell is about a woman from the Tang Dynasty. To be more precise, she should be a Taoist priest who knew alchemy. He came to Japan to atone for his sins, and as fate would have it, he met a man who looked like clouds blowing in the wind and floating in the night sky. Of course, he also met his soulmate.
This is just a story that has nothing to do with love. Even if there is, it is just a longing for each other that has never been revealed.
In the end, ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust.
It's not that there is no ending, it's just that the ending has already been clear in each other's hearts.
Therefore, even if we meet, we only smile at each other; even if we part, there is no sadness.