No Prayers for the Light

Moonlight spilled down like a cascade of jade beads, while stars across the mountains shimmered like a galaxy.

Cang Qi picked a flower and gazed down at it. He suddenly asked, "Do you know the language of these starry flowers?" E Yuan smiled and gently laid his hand over Cang Qi's flower-holding hand, speaking earnestly. "I've never learned it. So, could you tell me?"

I gave you everything, and in turn, I became everything to you.

Even when darkness covers everything, I will not bow my head beneath the shackles I bear.

As long as I have enough hope and courage, I am the light itself.

"Light is not bestowed by the gods. We create it ourselves, and never pray to the gods for it."

Theme: Light endures forever