The man I fell in love with picks up his sword every morning. That sword has given me countless surprises during our numerous conversations, continuing into my dreams. I've bestowed my most beautiful smiles and imaginations on it.
I am completely submerged by the first light of dawn. I wait behind him for him to turn around.
Our steps leave footprints as we walk, and I step on his.
His boots are the most expensive kind, his sword is the sharpest kind, and he is the most famous kind of person.
In the morning, I saw him change from yesterday's black clothes to white ones; he looked even more handsome. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars in his eyes, and he often wiped them. He sighed delicately and said calmly, "I am Qi Dan Official."
I don't know who is waiting to be saved, who is waiting to die, or why those who linger around him do so.
I see the sky blurred, the road endless, and his name echoes repeatedly in my ears, "I am Qi...Qi Dan...Qi Dan Official."
The East Sea is a mysterious place. I have never thought about sailing through it and crossing the boundary between life and death.
Now he has come for revenge.
I once felt loneliness, I no longer believe that anyone will miss another, I know my heart is high, but my martial arts are not so high.
His sword pierces through others' chests under a very lonely situation, and he always quickly closes his eyes. I don't like seeing the scars on his body, and I touch them. "Will you get hurt too?"
He likes to look at the candlelight while talking. He never looks into my eyes. He says, "There are small things and there are huge things. I am just the Night郎Hou, and I do not know how vast the world is..."
I like to imagine how vast the world is, and I want to ask him if we can traverse the entire world.
The man I love waits peacefully both day and night. When he pauses, someone waits for him, and when he walks, someone chases after him.
I once thought about extraordinary things. I think the sword techniques I practice are like dim stars in the dark night, barely noticeable even when you open your eyes constantly. My older brother often pulled my long hair, wrapping it around his hand, his lips curling yet restraining his smile. "Shi'er," he said, "Brother does not know how to escape, and neither did mom and dad. There is no continuous time before me, it seems like I'm often in the dark and suddenly disappear, unable to control it. I can't even feel my own existence." Brother said, "Shi'er, you were very pretty when you were little, mom often said not to practice martial arts."
I caressed the ring on my finger, "Did dad give this to mom?" I asked.
The green gemstone absorbs a bit of light and then faintly emits it, illuminating my eyes and small heart. We were on the mountain top, often looking down at the emerald-like lake surface. During the rain, the lake was covered with misty air, blending with the reflected mountain colors, surrounded by refreshing winds. My brother's white clothes fluttered, dotted with wet raindrops...