In that snowy Chang'an that year, I walked toward you, walking away from the sinful past and toward the surging love.
That year in Peiping where yellow leaves were everywhere, I left you, left the noisy crowds of war, and embraced the silence of the long streets in the darkness.
It is an unfinished story from 1,275 years ago and an unsolved sorrow from 91 years ago. This year in Grasse, where it was drizzling, I took the midnight train to meet an old friend from back then.
Intention: Hate or love, just because it's him