The Emperor Who Reached Across Time

The divine path has decayed, and none can surpass it.

The vast heavens know nothing of reincarnation.

The ancient land lies hidden. When will it reappear?

I will trade my journey for peace between heaven and earth, and the sacred fire of the ancient land for a promise made across countless lifetimes. I seek no transcendence, only to be with you again.

A lamp, a beam of light, a trace of affection: they tell of joys and sorrows beyond counting.

He is peerlessly elegant; she is breathtakingly beautiful. He hurls his spear to shatter the heavens; she accompanies him with her zither. He faces certain death; she stands by his side.

She said shyly, "Uncle, if you keep patting my bottom like that, how am I ever going to get married?"

She said with a smile, "We will be together forever, never parted, even if heaven becomes earth and east becomes west!"

She said quietly, "Go. Fight for what your heart desires. I'll wait eagerly for your return!"

What does it matter if we die and our paths fade? We will meet again. In the wishing pool of the ancient land, the tokens we cast in will remain together forever.