The Long Pavilion, Then an Even Shorter One

Across three lifetimes, through the changes of the world, he still keeps an appointment that transcends mortal ties...

In the first life, he was the Left Chancellor and I was the Right Chancellor. We were rivals at court, yet those clashes were where every tender feeling of our youth first took root. He taught me, changed my temperament, and helped me understand love early. I turned over a new leaf, let go of old grudges, and spent many years in happiness.

In the second life, he was a carefree wanderer and I was an official of the court. I traveled thousands of miles to find him, just to drink the peach blossom wine he had made himself and live a quiet, ordinary life amid the bustle of the human world. You alone are my rivers and lakes.

In the third life, he was the new emperor who ruled the world, and I was the top scholar, accomplished in both letters and arms. Our eyes met, and in that one glance, a thousand years passed. Memories came flooding back. We will always meet again, like mountains and rivers, like every stream returning to the sea.

Snow falls in three layers at the long pavilion, and the sword tassel jingles, reflecting old traces. When the wind passes the little pavilion, I finally meet the one who has waited for me through three lifetimes.

Theme: The right person will find you no matter how many years have passed or how much you have forgotten. You will meet again, and you will fall in love.