When the Bright Moon Shines Over the Land Again

Across the four seas and eight wastelands, by the riverbank of the stars. Fifteen-year-old Ye Zhen descends from Kunlun for the first time and meets twelve-year-old Qin Xun. The precepts elder warns them: do not long for love, do not fall in love. Across the Nine Provinces, the division between yin and yang is clear. The taking of life and the making of decisions have always followed their own rules. Who still remembers Qin Changmo, the Qinghe General of Yongzhou, whose entire family was drenched in blood at Vermilion Bird Tower in a single night? Heaven and earth are not benevolent. They treat all things like straw dogs. It was only a game of power, full of cunning and laughter. In the end, even a long life could not last forever. People say that deep in the Great Wilderness stands Mount He Xu, where the sun and moon rise. Kunlun of the Nine Provinces, an immortal mountain far away. The road there is lined with countless passes and towers, through wind, frost, snow, and clear skies, I only wish to spend the rest of my life in bright days, with one heart that beats alongside mine. The crabapple blossoms open, and feelings can never be undone. Beneath the Lvqi sword, long hair is gathered like a waterfall. In the end, whose doom will the other be? Who still remembers the parasol tree, the midnight rain? I don't speak of parting, for that pain is worse. Resting against my pillow, I count the autumn days. In the end, who is asleep? Two soft pattering sounds. Nothing more than green-tinged wine fermenting, a wish that has always sought the one in one's heart.