Three Lives Three Worlds: Pillow Book: The Heart Sutra, Petal by Petal Flowers, Who Has Imprisoned My Spirit?
Love, and you share this world; hate, you'll remain bound eternally. You are the most handsome man in this world, yet you've weathered the years, freezing your never-fading splendor.
Donghua, your white hair flows smoothly, a legacy left by your departure. A purple robe, your dedication to creating a new world. And I, we've been forgotten by you for countless years, yet you've waited for me for an eternity.
Who, has imprisoned my spirit, and imprisoned myself? You created a world, and this world belongs to no one but you. Love has become a taboo in this world, and only you have held this world's temptation.
Billions of years of time have weathered your tears. No one can ever moisten your heart. And I, my two drops of blood and tears, bloom beneath the swaying Phoenix Tail flowers, slowly captivating you, Donghua.
Looking back, you used your bones and blood to create a world, and now, do you realize this world has nothing to do with you? Love, and you will possess an entire world; hate, you'll spend your nights guarding this world, simply because this world has me, you can never leave, nor can you love others. And you, without love or hate, let your life be a hollow image, you exist only as a living god's portrait.
You've imprisoned my spirit, and imprisoned you, Donghua.
Do you know, Aran Luo's dream is a fragile dream? Your dream is like that of Shen Ye – a fragile dream, Muran and Ye Hua both intended to break it, while Donghua, you alone guard it.
Petal by petal, blood and tears bloom, wherever you are, Phoenix Tail flowers sway, sorrowful tears from mortals, have dyed this world's every plant and tree. Only you are missing.
In the endless expanse of time, and the boundless depths of hate, my love pierced through billions of years of gloom, taking root and blooming in the darkness before it opened, leaving two drops of blood and tears, Donghua.
I fall alone, a flower blooms and withers in your heart. But with Phoenix Nine, your life will never be lonely, and I have no regrets.
Donghua, traversing barren wastelands and treacherous mountains, you only retain a fleeting youth. I am the wind, the fragments of you scattered throughout this world, never disturbing your life once you've created it.
A tear left on your pillow, and I gently dry it, that—the secret that we have never been known by the world.
Like the Heart Sutra, petal by petal, blood and tears bloom, wherever you are, Phoenix Tail flowers sway, sorrowful tears from mortals, have dyed this world's every plant and tree. Only you are missing.
In the serene, unruffled face of yours, are deeply etched my every destructive love. It tirelessly sculpts you, carving you into the world's most handsome man, freezing you into a never-fading splendor.
Like the Heart Sutra, petal by petal, blood and tears bloom, wherever you are, Phoenix Tail flowers sway, sorrowful tears from mortals, have dyed this world's every plant and tree. Only you are missing.
A tear left on your pillow, and I gently dry it, that—the secret that we have never been known by the world.
Like the Heart Sutra, petal by petal, blood and tears bloom, wherever you are, Phoenix Tail flowers sway, sorrowful tears from mortals, have dyed this world's every plant and tree. Only you are missing.
Like the Heart Sutra, petal by petal, blood and tears bloom, wherever you are, Phoenix Tail flowers sway, sorrowful tears from mortals, have dyed this world's every plant and tree. Only you are missing.
