[Prince of Tennis] Moonlight Through the Paulownias

One diary, two buttons.

They hold six years of youthful days,

all the lovesickness, affection, joys, sorrows, and heartache.

Like a spring surging beneath the deep blue sea, impossible to hold back.

Like a spirited breeze in the azure sky, just beyond our reach.

Like a gleaming dewdrop on a lush green leaf, too elusive to reflect.

He said to her: Please wait for me. Give me a little more time.

He said to her: We're both the same, so please let me like you from where I stand.

She said to him: I'll wait for you. Even when I reach my limit, I'll still choose to wait without hesitation.

She said to him: I can't bring myself to be cruel in the gentlest way.

She said: I hope that one day, he can call me Chutong.

The bubbles in the sunlight will eventually burst, yet they leave an endless illusion blooming in our eyes.

A fleeting dream of life, longing that never ends, and no sorrow between us along the winding paths.

Peach blossoms open on new branches, while autumn's fruits dance and their fragrance fades alone.

In the ceaseless cycle of reincarnation, life spreads like ink into a watercolor painting.

If loving you means loving too much and hurting myself too deeply...

A warning in advance: This story may well be a romance by a certain Ling, dressed up as a Prince of Tennis fanfic and paved with countless torpedoes, land mines, thunderbolts, divine thunderbolts, and vats upon vats of melodrama.

SO, I won't accept criticism of the story's setup. If you don't like it, please click the X in the upper-right corner. Thanks for cooperating!

To borrow Bai Hui's classic words: There's no crime in starting a story, and there's always a reason to abandon one. I'll laugh by the pit and see who jumps in!!!

But! Believe me! A certain Ling always digs quality pits! I absolutely won't abandon this one! Maybe, probably, possibly, or MAYBE I'll finish it in my lifetime! After all, I have a day job, and more importantly, a certain Ling is lazy!

The blurb above was written when I started this story in 2009. Today is May 26, 2022. On a whim, I recovered my Jinjiang account today and took a look. The most recent comment was from 2019, and my last update was in January 2011. So I've decided to fill in this pit. I was 22 when I started it, and now I'm 35. My writing style has definitely changed, but I'll do my best to get close to how I wrote back then and keep the style from changing too drastically.

In the end, even if no one reads it, I'll still finish this story. It'll be a way to fulfill a dream from my youth.

Theme: Fulfill a dream from my youth