Love can be both moving and confusing. Countless men and women dream of finding that one special person that will stay by their side through every phase of their life. It is just like the ancient wedding vow: the lovebirds sing in harmony, they stay together forever, they grow old together, and they share life and death.[1]2

But sometimes karma plays out in a different way, and despite a sacred promise being made, love letters become very hard to send.[2]3

There are always going to be people who live lives full of lamentation and regret. And thus, there came to be a woman who spent millions upon millions of years traversing the God Blood River as a ferry pilot, but clad in a red wedding dress. And thus, there came to be an imp who devolved into desolate madness, who hid his bitterness beneath laughter and cursing.1

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There are few happy couples amongst immortals. In the vast majority of cases, their love becomes a whirlpool of bitterness and struggle. The regrets that come with unrequited love become like stars in the sky that can be seen but not touched, beautiful but sad.0

I can only stand in the immortal palace in the timescape, and look at the same old embroidered curtains, musing that there is a person missing. I think back to that day years ago, and how her face was flush in the reflection of the peach blossoms.... And I sigh, thinking about the person I miss, who is oh so far away.3

There is bitterness entrenched deeply within me. It goes without saying who that person is, and how...0