Peng Zu lived for eight hundred years, yet in the end returned to the yellow earth. The First Emperor sought elixirs, but his dynasty fell three generations later. Though the divine tortoise lives long, its time must still run out; though the soaring serpent rides the mist, it too will turn to dust. The length of a life is uncertain, whether for the world or the self. Those who depart vanish like a dream. Look across the world, across the four seas: who can live forever?
Heaven and earth are the inn where all things lodge. Time is a passing traveler through the ages. Life is but a dream, so how much joy can we find?
I only want to tell a story, about a person who looks upon the mortal world with indifferent eyes, yet can never escape its ways. He lives long, is beautiful, learned, and wise, but he too cannot escape the world's trials and turmoil.
In this life, he has loved countless people: men and women, demons and gods. He has tasted every joy and sorrow in the world and known every sweetness and bitterness of life. But in the end, the past dissolves into mist and drifts away. He is left alone once more, to continue along this long road.
Who says I'm not lonely...
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