A Thousand-Year Kinship of Bone

I transmigrated through a thousand years,

but not to change history.

The end of the Qin, the Han dynasty, the height of the Tang, the dying Song…

In every age, I lived as the lowliest insect.

The old scar on my collarbone marks the cycle of reincarnation.

The familiar faces by my side are reunions a thousand years in the making.

Until one day, I finally understood:

I’m no passerby. I’m home at last.

This endless cycle of reincarnation

was all to reconcile, once and for all, with every version of myself who never found a happy ending.