Drunk on Ink, Heartbroken by a Fleeting Life

One glance, and a hundred years of intoxication. One smile, brighter than the stars, warming a lifetime of bitter cold. You were an aimless breeze through the hall, yet somehow you alone stirred a mountain flood. Though I fell into the demonic path, my heart remained pure. For a hundred years I kept a lonely lamp burning, asking only to see you in my dreams. Jun Mo: “For seven hundred years, I wandered in a daze across the Six Realms, stirring up trouble in the Demon Realm when I was bored and turning the Underworld upside down when I had nothing to do, earning the condemnation of countless people. The demons of the Demon Realm revered me, while the immortals of the Immortal Realm feared me as an enemy. I seemed carefree and at ease, yet it was nothing compared to that one backward glance from her in my dreams.” Cold-hearted and loveless, I severed my ties to the mortal world. Yet fate had other plans: a torturous romance through lifetimes, with tears beyond counting. Karmic fire consumed my body, my soul returned to heaven and earth, and a page was stained with heartbreak. I kept a sin as atonement, gazing across at you on the other shore, while the fleeting world turned to dust upon my lashes. Ling Qi: “What does love mean? Nothing but sinking into a lifetime from which there is no escape.” Drifting through a hundred lives, lost for a thousand years, I watched curtains of falling blossoms return through season after season, all for the sake of seeing you again in this life. The splendor has faded, the misty rain swirls, and the ginkgo trees have grown old. Su Luoran: “Our hearts are bound together, our fates entwined. Though this life is short, our love is long.”