"My path goes from death to life, from midwinter to spring, the one in which all lives are resurrected… Right now, where am I on my path?" Su Ming stared at the rain while softly speaking to himself.
"I walked through the four seasons, walked through life and death, and I only ask to have my questions answered. I only wish to pursue the truth…" Su Ming shook his head.
"There are two hundred something years left… a cycle of four sixty years. It's very short. It's not long at all. I can't tell whether we will live or die. The matter of life and death is like the rust on a dagger under the setting sun. I don't understand it, and perhaps I will never be able to understand it." Su Ming sighed softly.
