My master has lived for five hundred years. Where he came from and where he is going, I honestly don't know.
The master always likes to say, come when you should come and leave when you should go. He always looks like he has seen through the world of mortals.
But the master actually had a girlfriend. It was three hundred years ago that the master met the woman he loved. The two spent a brief but wonderful time, and then the woman disappeared.
Whenever the master thinks of this past event, he will look into the distance with tears in his eyes, and sometimes stretch his hands into the air to touch something.