Remembering Your Face

Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was love. A jade pendant joined their paths, which had never crossed before, when they were young. Call it destiny or coincidence, but life is full of twists and turns, with turbulent times and hidden currents. Who can emerge unscathed?

The unfortunate have suffered one separation after another. The deeply devoted love so deeply that they cannot live long.

The heartbroken are imprisoned by love. Those caught in the game are confused, their hearts and minds all the more tangled.

A broken game, a fading flower, a cherished memory left to wither. Speak not of partings and reunions; ask not of joy or sorrow.

From now on, I have no heart to love a beautiful night. Let the moon descend beyond the western tower.

An old friend came to me in a dream, knowing how often I think of them...