When many years passed and he became successful and famous, he married the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. When he picked up the red hijab and faced the jade beauty reflected in the red candlelight, what he remembered was the look of that woman's hair brushing her face under the blue moon in the sky.
Suddenly remembering what a treasure I once had, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
It's just the sky and the blue moon. Who can listen to the wind anymore?