Keju

Born with desire, unwilling to yield in death. The world falls into chaos, and people drift aimlessly. Life is brief, the sword follows its wielder, and after a thousand years of trials, it takes shape. Love in this life, a wish for the next. At the edge of the sea of suffering, a melody drifts away. The zither strings are short, the zither follows the heart, and after a thousand years, no one takes up the tune again.