Li Ge Longs to Hold On

The smoke of the past settles into the long river of time. She comes into this world carrying the end of everything, and the beginning of hope.

She walks once more along a path soaked in blood and tears, only to find a different ending.

The past fades like smoke. Whose heartache will be remembered, and whose pain will be understood? Through this life, wandering back and forth, we seek neither a tale that stirs the soul nor anything more than a quiet, lasting love.

Leaving behind the splendor and clamor before her, she faces ordinary love and hate, each cry of grief and every tangled bond. Good and evil, right and wrong, are decided in a single thought, yet never as clearly divided as the Chu River and Han border.

Those who came before and those who come after: how many partings, how much sorrow? They stand together through life and death, but in the end, who failed whom, and who protected whom?

Everything is settled, the family and the nation are at peace, yet you are missing from the pillow beside me. My hand no longer finds the warmth in my heart, and all that remains is a head of white hair.

Again and again, I no longer know whose journey this is, nor who has undone whose curse.