The Azure Phoenix Asks the Moon

A fleeting bloom from a thin bond, one memory spanning a thousand years.

Thoughts of past and present lives, bound together through every lifetime.

Nuwa asked Qingluan what love was, and what it meant to be lovesick. Qingluan replied, “You don’t need a reason to fall in love with someone. You’re simply unable to help yourself, and you love them without reservation.”

To be content even if you only meet once in a lifetime. How many people in the world could love like that?

But Heaven had other plans:

In the first life, you attained the Dao and I became a sword, wielded as you made your name across the world;

In the second life, you became a god and I a tree, and you scattered flowers for me for a thousand years;

In the third life, you became an immortal and I a flute, filling the lands south of the Yangtze with music;

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In this life, we are both human. Will the hands that once wielded a sword, lifted a wine pot, and gently knocked be able to hold mine again, for a lifetime?

And in which life will I meet you, come to know you, and stay by your side?