On and on we travel, farther and farther apart,
Parted from you, my heart breaks.
More than ten thousand miles between us,
Each at the edge of the world.
The road is rough and long,
Who knows when we might meet again?
The northern horse turns toward the north wind,
The southern bird nests on a southern branch.
Day by day, the distance grows,
Day by day, my clothes hang looser.
Drifting clouds obscure the sun,
The wanderer does not think to return.
Thinking of you makes me old,
And suddenly the years have slipped away.
Let us speak no more of what we've lost,
Just try to eat well.
Oh, right. The male lead is a calm, cool, and calculating wandering physician. The female lead is a... transmigrated girl who stays calm and makes snarky comments.
Ignore the poem above, which might seem like an attempt to show off. This is a heartfelt work of wish fulfillment by the author. In short:
This is a sweet story. This is a sweet story. This is a sweet story. All right, I've said the important thing three times.
