Ask You If You Regret It (Swords of Legends Fanfiction)

We were the best of friends, so why did things end up like this? After a thousand years of guiding souls, you still haven't figured out the hint I gave you back then. Gentle as jade, a true gentleman: in this life, your soul will scatter, and I don't know if I can change your fate. The one who truly can't bear to let go has always been me... I long to set my thoughts to music on the jade zither. Few understand the tune; when the strings break, who will listen? A thousand years of sorrow, who can comfort me? Whose obsession can move the ghosts and gods? In this life, it is only him; may he never face tribulation... "All that remains of the waterside at Yaoshan from that time is you, still vivid and bright in this moment..." Ahem, announcement: All right, I'm back. I'm going to play Gu Jian again and relive the memories, so this story will probably need some changes... Since people are wondering whether I'll abandon this story, let me make this perfectly clear: I absolutely will not abandon it!!! I'll just wait until after the college entrance exams to revise it, because I found a few small details in the story that don't quite match the ending I had in mind... Senior year is busy... You understand, right? You understand, right? Will there be time left to look back and see me once more? I can't tell if the clouds on the horizon are red, or if you're the one who set the sky ablaze. Which lifetime is the end? I've finally understood, yet I can't say goodbye. Will there be time left, the years burning away and turning into longing? Is it earthly fate or a nightmare, ashes from a trial or smoke rising from your hearth? Which thought can never die? Is it nirvana, or a love that endures forever? Transformed into starlight in the western heavens, is this the end of your cycle of reincarnation? From annihilation to eternal life, how much time has passed in the turning hourglass? You gaze at the face I'll have in my next life from the banks of the River of Three Crossings. I plant mandala flowers, letting memories of our past lives sink deep. How many partings must there be before the parasol tree's branches catch fire? How many five-hundred-year spans have I walked through this mortal world? When the mandala blooms, who will still remember the past? Who answered whose tribulation, and who became whose obsession? Will there be time left, the years burning away and turning into longing? Is it earthly fate or a nightmare, ashes from a trial or smoke rising from your hearth? Which thought can never die? Is it nirvana, or a love that endures forever? Transformed into starlight in the western heavens, is this the end of your cycle of reincarnation? From annihilation to eternal life, how much time has passed in the turning hourglass? You gaze at the face I'll have in my next life from the banks of the River of Three Crossings. I plant mandala flowers, letting memories of our past lives sink deep. How many partings must there be before the parasol tree's branches catch fire? How many five-hundred-year spans have I walked through this mortal world? When the mandala blooms, who will still remember the past? Who answered whose tribulation, and who became whose obsession?