Endless Longing

When she was sixteen, the wheel of fate had already turned, deciding that she would be his wife in this life. But back then, she thought that the shadowed corner beneath those towering red walls and green-tiled roofs, where sunlight could never reach, would be her home forever. The year he ascended the throne at seventeen, a woman as graceful and ethereal as a fairy entered his life and took with her the memory that would haunt him forever. At the time, he thought he would never be able to give his heart again. They both believed that love could never grow in the barren soil of the imperial palace. Little did they know that, even in a field of despair, love could plant hope, take root and sprout, then bloom into dazzling flowers. Threads of affection, like creeping vines, entwined the two hearts yearning for warmth, binding them together until death. In the winter of the twentieth year of the Muhe reign, she became falling snow, melting into the earth and turning her promise of love into eternity. He could only make a sacrifice of his life in her memory, vowing to wrong the whole world, but never you. Love is the most extravagant, and also the most helpless, of emotions. It cannot be resisted, cast aside, or forgotten. May all lovers find happiness together and grow old hand in hand with the ones they cherish. In the deep valley, an orchid's tender thoughts linger. Clouds drift and gather as the frost grows cold. The zither's strings ring empty before the green steps. Though hair turns white, love endures. ¨ ¨My profile¨ ¨ Theme: