Long Ago, I Went Away, a Green Bamboo Rod in Hand

Zhan Cat raises the Juque sword; Gongsun Zhu bends his bow like a crescent moon. How many heroes have there been through the ages? Only for that half-moon to break the heart. Who could have guessed that Zhuzi would leave the mortal world for good, and in the end, the flowery mouse would wind its way around a home.

There are so many Zhan Cat fanfics, while Gongsun Ce wanders beneath the empty sky, all alone. I take up my clumsy brush and do my best to compose a long song for him.