White Crane Mountain

Young Bai He entered the secret room at home and wrote a passage about an unclear affection.

On a famous mountain stood Bai He, where mist curled around a person who would never return.

Silver ornaments rang softly, stirring my thoughts. I think of you as I walk, and think of you as I sit.

With sword in hand, I face the ends of the earth, searching for one missing person.

That person wears silver ornaments and laughs like silver bells. They are the one who sets my heart aflutter.

May they smile in spring, thrive in summer, rejoice in autumn, and be happy in winter.

I pray their soul will return to Bai He.

Theme: Meeting you across infinite time and space