The Phoenix's Calamity

Is there still time to turn back and look at me once more?

I can't tell if the clouds on the horizon are red, or if they're flames you've set alight.

Which lifetime is the end? I finally understand, yet cannot say goodbye.

Is there still time for the years to burn away and become longing?

Is it worldly fate or a nightmare, ashes from a calamity or smoke from the fire you've set alight?

Which thought can never die? Is it nirvana, or an eternal longing?

Transformed into starlight in the Western Heaven, you reach the end of your cycle of reincarnation.

From extinction to eternal life, how much time has passed through the hourglass?

You gaze at my next life's face from the banks of the River of Three Crossings.

I plant mandrake flowers, sinking deep into memories of my past life.

How many farewells must there be to kindle the flames in the branches of the parasol tree?

How many five-hundred-year spans have I wandered through this mortal world?

When the mandrake flowers bloom, who will still remember the past?

Who answered whose calamity, and who became whose obsession?

I'm no good at writing blurbs.

This is a Kikuyou story = =

Yao-kun's gender is reversed - =

That's all there is to it.