May We Always Find Joy

Updated on the 6th or 16th of each month. Thank you for your support. In one life, beyond the Fifth Layer of Clouds, at Mount Zhaoyao, red crabapple blossoms fell, and she died beneath the heavens. Life and death are impermanent, yet all things follow their course. But he clung to a single thought, trapped by that same thought. Blossoms fell from the trees, the seasons turned, day after day and year after year. In another life, in the north of the Great Wilderness, the falling leaves drifted in profusion. The girl returned, and at last her longing was fulfilled. They kept meeting by chance, only to become entangled in a tumultuous romance. Red robes for the wedding, candles flickering, blossoms drifting on the water. Time passed, and everything changed. Across the six directions and eight wilds, things and people were no longer what they had been. Even if you feel nothing, my feelings for you remain deep. My longing began in the south and was fulfilled at last. May we cherish it, and always find joy.