A piece of firewood still glowing with sparks. Once, you sat here with fellow martial artists, sharing wild he…
A piece of firewood still glowing with sparks. Once, you sat here with fellow martial artists, sharing wild herb soup. Here too, you swore vengeance over wine, promising a celebratory drink after the war.
Every meeting in life may not lead to a reunion.
But the sparks remaining in the firewood can still live on.