She seemed to have gained everything, yet held on to nothing. Within these palace walls, she bloomed as she pleased.
Where could she find her way home?
“I only want to find a good man to watch the world with me.”
“Why should you care if I stir the spring waters?”
“Take my hand, and grow old with me.” He looked at her.
“No. Take my hand, and make a promise with me.” She no longer looked at him.
We could never grow old together, because you would still be you, and I would still be me. As long as nothing changed, all we were destined for was “making a promise with you.”
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