In the end, you left. Because you met her.
She told you that only what you can hold onto is truly yours. Crying and begging gets you nothing.
I was standing right beside you, and was suddenly afraid. I didn't know whether to hold your hand tighter, or to let it go.
You departed for Mount Mang, after climbing into her carriage.
And then came that night. I waited for you outside the palace until the funeral bells tolled. You finally emerged, walking forward in silence. You kept walking, and I followed close behind.
We walked all the way to the edge of a cliff. The moon had set, and you said, "Yao, why am I always too late?"
You never had the chance to do anything for her. The woman who once held the world in her hands, yet died alone in sickness.
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