Transmigrating and Signing In at the Quanzhen Sect

What is love in this world, that it makes us pledge our lives to one another? We fly as a pair, north and south, like these old wings that have weathered so many winters and summers. There is joy in being together, and pain in parting, but most of all, there are fools in love. You must be thinking: beneath endless clouds stretching thousands of miles, with snow settling on a thousand mountains at dusk, where can I go, alone?