I read through his past, but I never looked into his heart.
No amount of time can compare to the long-term companionship. I have seen her features, her palace, and her past.
Through the candle window, his figure was desolate and lonely, with an indescribable sadness.
The longing for her in his heart continued to grow, but he still missed her.
For him, the wind, moon and clear rivers are all in vain.