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“LONG YEARNING Long yearning, To be in Chang'an. The grasshoppers weave their autumn song by the golden railing of the well; Frost coalesces on my bamboo mat, changing its colour with cold. My lonely lamp is not bright, I’d like to end these thoughts; I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain. The beautiful person's like a flower beyond the edge of the clouds. Above is the black night of heaven's height; Below is the green water billowing on. The sky is long, the road is far, bitter flies my spirit; The spirit I dream can't get through, the mountain pass is hard. Long yearning, Breaks my heart.”

“How we would like to argue with September, and tell her that in the waiting lies the pleasure! That we here in the world of sensible folk know how to wait without twisted-up bellies and tapping feet and wishing for the sun to hurry up and rise and set. That a clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever. But though I am sly, I am a trickster, I am even cruel—I cannot lie.”

“Your standards aren’t the law, ma’am—with all due respect. Your daughter doesn’t have to become you to be extraordinary. She can choose differently. Live differently. And still be a miracle. You just need to stop looking down at her from where you stand— and look up from where I live. Then maybe you’ll see what I see. A goddess—with a heart.”

“It didn’t rise like a love song. It rose like a memory that refused to die. No longer a whisper— but a vow. Declared into the vastness of the universe. Each note struck like a heartbeat— sure, steady, full of fire. As though it had learned loss, and joy, and longing— and returned bearing all of it, just to lay it at her feet.”

“He loved her because of her heart—that wide, soft, terrifying heart. The one she carried so openly, so foolishly brave, like it wasn’t breakable at all. She knew it would get hurt. But carried it anyway. But a heart like that never comes cheap. And the currency was grief.”

“You can’t solve everything with philosophical quotes and mouse clicks. If I throw you in a lion’s cage, do you think it’ll care how many books you’ve read, or how fast you can multiply five-digit numbers? He will come for your throat. That’s how some people are. They’re just animals.”

“Grief does that—makes you run and hide in places it can’t find you so easily. But now, that grief had melted away, like a candle burning gently through the night. And she was ready to go back. That’s how it works for most people. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You grieve. You heal. You move on. But his candle… his candle had steel-clad, it seemed.”

“So he researched love. Turned out it was no different than religion. Everyone had their own definition. Their own rituals. People tortured each other and called it love. Abused each other, still called it love. Lied, cheated, betrayed—all under the same word. Some stayed married for 60 years: love. Some divorced and still raised their kids together: love. Some never met again but carried the ghost of a person forever: love.”

“Like I left a piece of myself in that little room of yours. Did you ever find it?” “I did,” he said gently. “But it wasn’t in my room. Found it lodged in the left chamber of my heart.” He exhaled—slow, steady. “Went to see a cardiologist about it once,” he murmured. “He ran all kinds of scans and said, ‘It’s lodged pretty deep in there. If we try to take it out, there’s a good chance you’ll bleed out before we can stitch you back up. So, it’s either we kill you trying… or you live with it for the rest of your life. I’m still living with it. My heart’s grown arteries and capillaries around it. It’s part of me now.”