The Journey of the Red Crow

Heavenly Fairy: Misty

With a pure heart, I seek the Way and search for a heavenly fairy. A three-foot frosty blade throws the years into chaos. Peach blossoms have fallen in the courtyard time and again. The years pass, beauty perishes, and my foolish love for the azure sea asks the heavens why.

As dusk deepens, who is left to linger? In the empty valley, bamboo sways as a kite cries and flies. Our shadows become a pair as I roll up the beaded curtain. I admire the late-blooming flowers, keep the spring swallows here, and would rather fall into the mortal world than become an immortal.