On the road of three lifetimes, red lotuses leave behind their sorrow. Love and hate no longer trouble them.
A man so beautiful he breaks your heart; a man cold of heart, yet tender; a man refined and magnanimous; a man as pure as a lotus.
Love and hate began with those peach blossoms, and ended with them, too.
The wind is cold, the night endless; the flowers remain, but the people have gone. The peach blossoms of two glorious eras bloom forever, never fading, just like their love. Even the ends of the earth are not far enough apart.
The person is gone, no one knows where, yet the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze...
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