[The Legend of Qingyun] May You Return to the Roadside

That's right, this is a sequel to "The Legend of Qingyun: Yu An's Lifetime." The plot and story are entirely original. If there are any copyright issues, please let me know and I'll remove it.

I listen to the strings snap, severing three thousand threads of longing.

Falling flowers sink beneath the ripples stirred by a day's wind.

If the flowers could feel pity, whose fingertips would they fall upon?

When love runs deep, one will sacrifice everything for it,

even if reduced to ash,

without a trace of regret.

Only the face from that first meeting has long since grown blurred,

while he has already become her life and death.

Spirits of the Nine Hells, gods and demons of the heavens,

I offer my blood as a sacrifice.

Through three lives and seven worlds, I shall sink forever into the underworld.

With a curse of obsessive love, she transformed her life essence into a fearsome spell to shield him from the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation. She herself, however, was scattered into nothingness, never to be reborn.

For love alone, I would die without regret.

Born of love, dead for love. Has anyone ever truly understood what love is?

Love is like a red candle, even if its flame burns you to ash.

That night, who knew how many inches of candle stubs lay before the stage, or how many trails of red tears had fallen?

Snow fell over the Cloudpeak Celestial Pool. A rainbow's brief tenderness entrusted itself to the moon. In a fleeting glance, we looked at each other, choked with emotion, and joined hands to see the years flow by like water.

A touch of sandalwood on the lips, amidst the red dust of the world.

In the third watch of the night, rain sent the fading splendor into dusk. She wore a blue robe.

As autumn light withered away, who would shield my half-life of crystal dreams? The breeze drifted softly, the water shimmered with a thousand colors, and clear bells rang from the corners of the pavilion's upturned eaves.

I still remember how you looked back with a gentle smile. One smile from you could leave a city fragrant for a hundred days.