The first time I saw him, he was weak and helpless, an orphan in the autumn wind, like a wounded animal, his eyes full of wariness. The second time I saw him, he was a high-spirited priest in Xia Yang, like a bird returning to its nest, with joy in his eyes. The third time I saw him, he was unparalleled, a demon king in the winter snow, like a blooming red plum, with pride in his brows. The fourth time I saw him, he was reborn, like a magnolia in the spring rain, like the Yue'er he had waited for thousands of years, with a smile full of dependence.
Intention: Every move you make is an agreement and a promise, which will be seen and remembered by another person.