Legends are legends because the less true they become, the more captivating they are. It is said that in ancient times there was a living creature called an artificial beauty. The farther its appearance strayed from what it truly was, or from the truth, the closer it came to the truth.
Thus, for countless generations, people have changed the truth in pursuit of it.
For reasons that should have been self-evident from the beginning, people could only entrust the elusive, unattainable truth to legend, deep in their hearts.
And the root of legend, or its very essence, can never be separated from love...
When love runs deep, a moth flies into the flame. Though the pain is profound, a lingering tenderness remains in the backward glance...
When love runs deep, one wanders and hesitates, tormented by longing. When their eyes meet, they remain silent...
When love runs deep, and you still have a choice, may you press forward bravely. Though you may be hurt, happiness lies within. You have the strength to bear the pain of your choice, and when your heart breaks, someone will gently bind it. But if you still have a choice and hesitate, avoiding the sorrow and pain that must come, then when your heart breaks, it can only drift away on the wind...
