Zhuang Zhou once said: "The Great Breath blows in ten thousand ways, yet each thing is allowed to be itself." …
Zhuang Zhou once said: "The Great Breath blows in ten thousand ways, yet each thing is allowed to be itself." Heaven has its melodies, and the world its sounds; there must be those who answer their rhythm. But time flows on, and the past fades like smoke. Only the battle at Zhongdu Bridge remains, a sharp severing of what came before from what followed. In that ringing instant, a thousand lives were irrevocably altered by the sound of a single broken string.