After a Century of Turmoil, It Was All Just a Dream

I never expected that after traveling so many roads, witnessing so many deaths and rebirths, and taking part in so many schemes and brushes with death, it would all turn out to be nothing more than a long dream...

A century of vicissitudes ends up like the moon reflected in water and flowers in a mirror. Such is life.

If I could choose again, I would rather have died forever on that winter night...