Deep in a grotto buried under thousands of years of wind and sand in Dunhuang, I accidentally discovered a volume of love letters from the Tang Dynasty.
The beautiful ink is exactly the same as my handwriting in this life; the affectionate call to "Sanlang" Wang Yao in the letter is like a key, suddenly opening up the torrent of memories that have been buried for five lifetimes.
It turns out that I have met him five times in reincarnation, and each time was unforgettable, and each time ended in loss.
In this life, when I followed the fateful path and finally found him, he was like a stranger and avoided me like a snake and a scorpion.
I broke into his study, which was filled with thousands of years of time, and questioned him about his alienation.
Wang Yao turned his back to me, and his fingertips brushed against a row of cold glass display cabinets—displayed inside:
The jade ring that symbolizes reunion in the Han Dynasty has an imperceptible crack on the edge;
The handwriting on the poems and notes soaked in lovesickness tears from the Tang Dynasty is still clear;
The pen used to write about love affairs in troubled times during the Republic of China has a worn gold clip;
…
Each piece is a cold physical evidence of my past life.
"You say forever every time," he finally said, his voice filled with exhaustion and desolation that crushed all hope, his eyes piercing through me and looking towards the illusory neon lights outside the window.
"But forever for me -"
"It's just the beginning of another loss."
When I glanced at the abandoned express box on the bookshelf with my name printed on it, I realized that he had already understood the encounter in this life.
Under the light, his fingertips unconsciously twirling the cracked Tang Dynasty jade ring, and his extremely tired silhouette looking into nothingness, formed an eternal echo of despair——
A deep love that spans thousands of years cannot compete with the end of reincarnation, the fate called "eternal loss" that is repeated again and again.
Intention: Yaoyao