A clear song lingers in the rafters as heavenly flowers rain down and dance, the fragrance of her robes filling the air.
Even the flute and pipes fall silent in shame; for a moment, she trades her immortal grace for tender charm.
A swirl of crimson snow scatters with the wind, becoming the sorrows of countless generations of lovers.
He takes a sip of fine wine. Don't laugh, my lord; jade smoke drifts from the sleeves of Yuyan Tower.
Deep in the green bamboo grove, blue robes flutter. A pair of eyes shines for just one person in this life.
Deep in those eyes, amid the shadows of hair and the fragrance of fine clothes, stands a beauty without equal. He knows that the one he must protect in this life is no longer the little girl she once was. He knows that this lovely figure in plain white robes will no longer shine for him alone.
The world rises and falls...
I am no longer the Princess Yan I once was, but you are still the eldest prince of those days.
I am no longer the Princess Consort of Prince Beijing, but you are still the high and mighty prince.
I am no longer the Queen of Fengzhao, but you are still the exalted King of Fengzhao.
Have I changed, or have you always remained where you were?
Or perhaps neither of us has changed, and it is the world that has...
And all we can do is accept it.
When I finally returned to Fenggu Sea, I understood at last...
Some things in life can never be explained, no matter how hard we try. Some things become an ocean between us if we are even a moment too late. And some things, no matter how people arrange them, can never overcome a single misstep of fate.
