When you were born, I was not yet born; when I was born, you were already old.
Regret that we didn't know each other's hearts earlier, and now it's as if we've known each other for a long time.
Longing for each other, longing for each other, thinking of each other's name like a prophecy. With fate bringing them together, without distinction or dependence, in the end they will still be separated, apart.
The eight sufferings of life, he was born with a natural talent, escaping old age and death is an easy task. However, cultivating the body is easy but cultivating the mind is difficult, who would have thought that in this life I would meet her.
Parting from loved ones is bitter, seeking but not getting is bitter. The threads of love are deeply buried, only then does he know that not being able to get the one you love is the most bitter.
He was embarrassed, he was moved, he was at a loss, and he calmed down. He repeatedly rejected her with cold words and demeanor, but ultimately couldn't reject her from his heart. The one he loved, he sought but couldn't get; even if he couldn't get her, he had still made an effort to try. Loving someone yet not being able to have them, his heart longed for her, but there were barriers blocking him, his heart yearned for her, yet he could only keep a distance to protect himself, hiding his voice and expression, fearing that even the slightest hint of emotion would be revealed, let alone going after her in pursuit.
Remembering when I was young and foolish, I didn't know how to express my feelings, but I asked where longing came from.
If it weren't for the emotional stirring, when their lips touched and exchanged the primordial yang energy, where did the guilty look in her eyes come from? If it weren't for the emotional stirring, why did she hide behind her wide sleeves and tightly clenched fists, unable to conceal her increasingly frail figure? The threads of love entwined, he suddenly realized that even if he could deceive others, he couldn't deceive himself.
He was carefree and uninhibited, not trapped by emotions, yet ultimately unable to escape being tied down by them. She spoke sweetly and playfully, he indulged her with a smile; she went through hardships and struggles, his heart secretly ached; she got married in red wedding dress, he smiled wistfully; she danced with swords, he hid his emotions; she lived or died, succeeded or failed, his face changed color. The willow catkins flew away and gathered again, the threads of love broke and reconnected. With just one glance, thoughts of longing, the weight on their eyebrows and hearts couldn't be avoided.
His hair stood on end, alone with his sword he challenged the combined forces of the enemy; With one mind they protected each other, with contained anger they shared the burden of striking down the divine whip; Their hearts were suspended between safety and danger, solitary and perilous they ventured into the realm of Tai Bai; With aching heart and swift head, for ten years they fought fiercely against the beastly tide; Exhausted and worried, they searched everywhere in the heavenly yuan; Like a furnace burning with fire, their blood was refined to offer the elixir of the blood god; Transferring emotions to resolve disaster, entwining hearts and machines to substitute with one's own body; With a heart full of sorrow and blood, the jade hairpin and green silk were not yet tied.
His eyes are dim, his smile is shallow, his spirit is clear and bright, he remains still like a mountain, his heart is turbulent with waves, his mind is burning with anxiety... He never speaks to anyone.
Longing for each other, longing for each other, wanting to express our longing to someone. Shallow people don't understand.
He was joyful amidst the pain, and smiled within the sorrow. A thousand words, a myriad of phrases, all that came out were repeated words of encouragement: Qingchen, you've done very well, even better than Master imagined... Qingchen, Master is delighted with your growth... Excellent, excellent... You're doing great, on the path of cultivating immortality, unknowingly you've already come so far, perhaps in the future you'll go even further than Master; You're doing great, as someone who has difficulty navigating the sea of emotions, you've finally broken through, finally let go, no longer suffering from emotional wounds, no longer trapped by emotions. In this aspect, you've done even better than Master.
It's with a happy heart, it's with a melancholy heart, it's like a weight has been lifted off one's shoulders, it's this feeling of being at a loss.
Unexpectedly, your heart is like mine, and our thoughts of each other have already calmed.
Fate brought them together, fate tore them apart. She met him when she was young enough, she met him at the right time, but heaven played a trick on her, he lent a helping hand, yet made her stand in the wrong position by his side in confusion and ignorance. When they reunited, they looked at each other repeatedly, in the turmoil of her heart and mind, was there such a painful voice echoing: Why is it you? Why isn't it you?
Purple jade, carved jade hairpin, two places miss each other, knowing each other. People stand alone, wine is poured in solitude, cold waterfall, wooden sword dance shadow only. Lowering eyebrows, no regret for life's intention, enduring to entrust emotional threads to the east wind.
"The wooden gate is closed, the moon's chill returns to its former place."
Where the gaze settles, withered grass and desolate smoke are all that remain.
A mouthful of fiery smoke and flames, unfinished drinking, scorching throat full of memories.
……
Gazing at snowflakes falling thousands of miles away, I'll hide my green robe.
Across the vast distance, no hope of meeting again.
Again I raise my cup in a toast, getting drunk and asking heaven and earth.
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She once hummed a little tune in the quiet years, she once sang a melancholic song under the gloomy sky, he gazed in her direction, smiled lightly, and with his sleeves fluttering, played a carefree melody on the flute, dispersing the dust, wishing you all the best.
