Scorching

This story is entirely fictional.

The name He Jue comes from my nephew. The Jue in Haojue.

The breeze gently tousles the bun atop your head. There are tears on your face. You are crying, neither hurried nor slow.

Turning into lines of poetry, turning into colored glass, becoming memories of you and me.

Wildfire races across the horizon of the wasteland. Flowers fall like rain, drifting and swaying in my heart.

Painted into tenderness, painted into hope, painted into the one thing that never changes.

This time, I set off alone again, waiting for you far away,

carrying your laughter and sweet words with me.

I do not ask whether the wait will last forever. I will always stay by your side,

I do not ask whether you treat me as you did before. You are right here in my heart.

The moon whispers that age-old legend once more, sighing softly, until I hold it up and send it into your arms.

Still gentle, still delicate, entwined cicada songs as fine as silk and breath,

carrying an ancient longing, drifting softly onward. The moon stirs ripples once more, deep within my heart.

Theme song for Fuyue, starring the leads of Two Moons.

Hahahahaha

This is a story about the entertainment industry, and also a fantasy story. It's going to be explosive! I'll come up with a title for now and fill in the rest later. This is a sweet romance with a little angst. Transmigrating through the ages, a love that lasts ten thousand years.

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Theme: Love takes learning, understanding, and acceptance. The word is easy to write, but it may take a lifetime to understand.