I drag my dilapidated and sick body to linger, but your incomplete soul can be completed. It is my luck and your misfortune. I can't hold you in my arms and ride a horse, I can't fight the enemy side by side with you and protect you. The world is yours, and I am yours too. I only wish for benevolence.
My hands are stained with blood, and I am walking on bones. You don't laugh at me or abandon me. You tie my hair and draw my eyebrows, and give me the warmth that I never dared to hope for. I am not afraid of rumors in the world, and I am not afraid of infamy throughout the ages. I am just afraid that you can't understand me and are too far away from me. Ren'an only wishes.