I stood by the pool of water in my dream for a long time, and the white dew spread across the river, blurring my sight and moistening the past events near and far in my heart. Occasionally, there is the sound of a sculling oar, which cuts through the light of the sky, and the sad face swaying with the ups and downs of the river hurriedly closes again. Driving to the shore, there was a little bit of water vapor. The beauty of the world that he once admired side by side has now become the origin of memories, connecting those stretches of time between her and him.
That bright jade hand could no longer break even a small plum, and could no longer wait until the day it bloomed in his hand, because he tattooed the plum with ugly purple veins with his own hands, and then discarded it wantonly. She left in the early twilight, and the swaying plum blossoms were hard to see due to the dense water vapor. She equipped herself with a sword of her own amidst the cries of shrike, looked at the rapid falling leaves of the tallow tree, and no longer had any worries hidden in her sleeves.
"Wei Le..." He called her name, but he was asking her about the dirty past that was fictitious.
Even if you look at me or call me, why should you be full of hatred? Now that I am on the road, in Jiangnan without you, why do you often break into my dreams?
I still remember that your bright sword fell on my body like raindrops. I couldn't see your eyes clearly in the light and shadow of the sword. It had long been lost in the gaps of time and could not be known. But I didn't know until today that you used that annihilating sword technique. If you think I haven't suffered enough, you can just take my life, so why should you be merciful?
At this moment, I swear that if you see me alive again, I will not let you down. You have to wait for the day when I draw my sword and demand my life from you.
Intention: Destiny is always a combination of circumstances