this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

Li Xiao Bai's expectations were not disappointed.
After his recital, three more people stepped up.
One was a strong man wearing a golden mask, he was shining in a glaring golden light.
There was an old man wearing a cone hat, he was holding a cane as a green light moved around him.
There was also a woman, she had a slim body and wore a pink dress, her face was covered by a veil, after her recital, butterflies flew around her, it was a beautiful sight.
These three had created famed poems on the same level as Li Xiao Bai's moonlit night.
Li Xiao Bai let out a sigh of relief: "This world has Gu worms to assist with poem creation. Gu Masters are also able to extend their lifespan and gain more experience in life. Thus, famed poems are more likely to appear than on Earth."
On Earth, moonlit night was a rare creation. But in Profound Literature grotto-heaven, it would not be unmatched.
Including Li Xiao Bai, the four of them had their own territory as they looked at each other.
The strong man, old man, and woman placed their gazes on Li Xiao Bai.
They knew each other, they had some sort of understanding towards their works, but Li Xiao Bai was a newcomer.
"Who is this young man?"
"His talent qi is not dense, how can he create such a famed poem?"
"Hehe, interesting guy."
Li Xiao Bai's teacher, Teacher Jiang, also saw his student's performance. He nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, Li Xiao Bai, it seems you are performing well today. Continue working hard."
In the end, no accidents happened, Li Xiao Bai moved to the next round and was teleported away.
After he regained his senses, he arrived in another arena.
"This is the fifth round, scholars, please wait patiently." Li Xiao Bai heard a voice in his mind.
Li Xiao Bai understood at once: "So the advancement has differences as well. The poem I made is enough to pass three rounds and directly reach the fifth round."
"This is quite a logical rule."
"But this means that the Gu Masters who reached this round are all people who created famed poems. Only half of these people can pass, the pressure has intensified now."
Li Xiao Bai looked around, he found two familiar faces.
It was the strong man and the woman from earlier.
After noticing Li Xiao Bai's gaze, the woman nodded at him, she seemed to be smiling under the veil. Meanwhile, the strong man had an air of arrogance, after giving Li Xiao Bai a glance, he started to shut his eyes and meditate.
In the fifth round, there was only the three of them now.
"I wonder which round that old man went to."
"I should pretend to rest now."
When scholars made poems, they had to think with all their effort, but he only had to select a suitable poem for his use. This was too easy, he had to conceal the fact.
After waiting for several minutes in the fifth round arena, the second competition began.
He had more than twenty competitors, Li Xiao Bai felt a certain level of pressure in his heart.
The theme of the second competition was out — Travel, the time limit was the same as before.
"Travel? This question is the same as spring, it is so broad and easy to write, but creating a famed poem will be very hard!" The strong man sighed to himself.
The woman was thinking: "I am not well versed in this, what should I do?"
Li Xiao Bai was also contemplating: "Which poem do I copy?"
After thinking for a while, he felt that he could not use a classic poem, the effect would be too overwhelming, but he could not use a bad poem. Otherwise, he would fail to advance and be kicked back to the previous round.
Li Xiao Bai was a little troubled, it was not easy to gauge this situation.
He knew his own ability, but he did not know about others, he did not know what sort of poem to use to win but not gain too much attention.
"In the first round, I went overboard. I should not try for first place now." Li Xiao Bai told himself.
He waited patiently.
After a few minutes, some scholars already created their poems. After that, a few more started to recite their poems, colorful lights appeared.
Li Xiao Bai sighed to himself, thinking: "It seems that famed poems are not easy to create, these people did well in the first round but currently, they are only performing at an average level."
Li Xiao Bai soon had an idea of the situation but he did not start working, he was still waiting.
As the time limit was about to be up, he finally saw some famed poems.
One from the strong man.
He recited a poem with great battle intent, resembling the march of horses and spears, his entire body was flickering with golden light, one could hear the clash of spears and blades.
The second famed poem came from the woman.
She created a gentle poem, describing a young lady looking outside her room's window, listening to the stories of travelers outside, imagining her own travel journey, it was quite impressive.
"Alright, it is my turn now." Li Xiao Bai coughed as he recited:
Date flowers fall on the villagers' clothes, 
The sound of reeling carts heard from every household, 
Old men dressed in simple clothes sell cucumbers under the willow tree. 
Feeling drunk and drowsy from the long journey, 
The bright sun makes my throat dry, I thirst for a refreshing drink, 
I knock on the door of a mortal house, hoping to request for some tea.
He had copied Su Shi's Silk-washing Stream.
After the recital, be it the strong man or the woman, they were evidently moved as they analyzed the poem.
"Good poem! This poem starts with description of the scenery and actions at the back, with the fusion of both, one can feel interested in the event."
"Even though he is writing about a scenery, he uses his voice to create an image, compared to normal descriptions, this is very vivid. The emotional part is also very interesting. This kid might be a Gu Master but he is very polite and courteous, he does not barge into a mortal's house, he is truly a gentleman and has incomparable elegance."
"Reading his poem shows his nature. This young scholar is really promising!"
The surrounding scholars looked at Li Xiao Bai with a different gaze now.
Li Xiao Bai let out a breath of air, pretending that he was extremely exhausted.
"After this round, I should be able to advance. Not just that, my performance was really good, I did not gain too much attention but I also did not show inability."
Li Xiao Bai was quite satisfied with himself, after waiting for a while, the time limit was up.
He became stunned.
Most scholars failed to create a poem.
"This is the world poetry competition, I need to display my best abilities. If I use any inferior work, it will be too shameful."
"I did my best but could not create a satisfactory poem, even if I fail, I will not regret it!"
"This trip was worth my time, I got to hear three famed poems."
"Haha, in the worst case scenario, I might fall to the first round, so what? Goodbye!"
Those scholars that did not create a poem left in a carefree manner, while those scholars who made inferior poems showed shameful expressions.
Li Xiao Bai was calm on the outside but internally flummoxed: "How can you guys act so graciously?"
Even though he advanced, he had gained too much attention again. Earlier, he was quite satisfied with the situation, but to think these scholars would be so useless.
"Hmph, I had overestimated them." Li Xiao Bai thought.
There was nothing to say, he successfully advanced to the ninth round.
After patiently waiting for a while, the people gathered. This time, there was less than ten of them.
Many of them were famous scholars, they knew each other and greeted politely, they were calm and elegant on the outside, but were all feeling nervous internally.
At this point, the pressure of these competitors intensified again.
"I need to be stable, I cannot create a commotion again!" Li Xiao Bai clenched his fists, he kept reminding himself.
But this time, his opponents all performed well, more than half of the Gu Masters created famed poems.
Li Xiao Bai was the last one left.
Li Xiao Bai had a nervous expression but he was calm internally, he recited the poem that he had already prepared in advance.
With some flickering light, his cultivation level rose to rank four, he gained a new Gu worm.
This time, he planned meticulously, the poem he created was just borderline in the middle, he managed to advance successfully but he was at the bottom of the batch.
Right when Li Xiao Bai was feeling happy.
Cough!
Someone coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Ugh.
Someone fainted on the ground.
The strong man shook as he sat down with difficulty. The woman coughed for a long time with a pale expression.
Only Li Xiao Bai was left standing on the spot, unaffected.
At once, everyone's gazes were on him again.
"This young man is very strong! Currently speaking, he has already created three famed poems."
"He did not get injured at all, it seems that he had not gone all out when he made his poem earlier."
"Impressive! After this competition, I need to befriend him!"
Li Xiao Bai: "…"
He was speechless.
Oh heavens, why did everyone overexert themselves?!
Wasn't it just a poem competition, why were they risking their lives?
He wanted to pretend to cough blood too but it was too late now, he could not disguise himself anymore.
Li Xiao Bai had to continue moving to the next round with a plain expression.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 



Episode 88 - Country of Music 2 'Eugene's unwanted spotlight'

The King raised his hand, motioning for the instrumentalists to play.
"Well, well." The King paused. Continuing, he spoke with sympathy in his voice. "Why don't you relax and release all your tension from your long trip by listening to some music?"
Before anyone could reject or refuse, he sternly added. "Please sit."
"...." Didn't we get tense because of you? Eugene rolled her eyes in her head, walking with the others to their stoned bench to sit.
Ario moved to the King's side and continued his introduction. "My King, this is Duke Earnest of the Marleigh family, and Duke Amos of the Rodriguez family. They are Xenperia's military general and Xenperia's Great Noble's." He motioned with his hands to Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez as he spoke.
"Welcome, Welcome!" The King spoke with a smile on his face. His previous prey-like behavior, no longer on display.
'Bi-polar?' Eugene blinked at the King's sudden change of character.
"Thank you very much for inviting us. We will be in your majesty's hospitality for the next five days." The quiet Duke of Marleigh spoke, nodding his head to the King.
'The quiet man will take care of all the talks this week?' Eugene looked at Duke Marleigh in surprise. Even Louis, Ron, Aeselak, and Euria looked at Duke Marleigh in shock.
"Hm!" The Emperor hummed, nodding to Duke Marleigh.
Motioning to the children, Ario continued. "These are the 8 Paladin of Xenperia, L-"
"I know who they are." The King cut Ario, raising his hands to stop him from speaking.
'Again?' Eugene glanced at the King and Ario in suspicion. Raising her eyebrows, she thought back to the Chinese drama her former manager forced her to watch.
The King was rude. But his rudeness was the type of rudeness of a typical romance-tragedy tv genre. He was like those overbearing male-lead characters doing the wrong things to get his female-lead.
'Hmm..' Eugene rubbed her chin, turning her detective radar on.
According to her insights, men in these types of shows treat the person they fancy badly because the person they fancy doesn't return their romantic feelings. Seeing as to how the King always stopped Ario from talking, or when he showed the whole world he just bedded four men, this theory was definitely right!
'So when he showed those four men to everyone, it wasn't to us, but Ario huh?' Eugene finally concluded.
'Ario sure is brave to refuse the King's advances.' Eugene glanced at Ario.
Ario was currently smiling gently towards them, as if nothing was wrong, as if he was never interrupted. To this Eugene wanted to laugh!
'Ahh.. this King!' Eugene shook her head in her mind. 'Even though he stands above everyone, is a Supreme leader who commands overall, he still can't get a man he likes!' Eugene gently tapped on the stone-bench she was sitting on in fascination with this situation.
"A pity.." Eugene mumbled to herself, not knowing that the two Dukes heard her.
_
"Do you know how to play instruments, or write poems?" The King spoke to the Dukes, his eyes closed as if he was enjoying the harps playing in the background.
"No, Your Majesty. We are military men, so we are not familiar with these types of arts." Duke Rodriguez replied in honesty. All he knew was military drills. Poems and music was not something he touched.
"Ahh.." The King hummed. "So, you love blood and those explosion weapons?" The King raised his brows in question.
"And the children?" The King continued, being persistent on this subject. Glancing at a grey-like-white hair boy, he pointed. "Sure enough, you know one or the other?" The King smiled. His smile hinted that he had no expectations what-so-ever.
"I only know how to play the key," Louis honestly replied. And sure enough, the King's grin got wider.
"However," Louis looked at the King blankly. "When it comes to poems, my sister seems to be well versed at, Your Majesty."
"....." The King dropped his grin. "Hmm.." Chuckling, he questioned. "Your sister?" He glanced at the two identical girls. One had grey eyes, and the other had blood-colored eyes.
"Hahaha!" The King suddenly laughed! "I shall look forward to your sister's poem then!" The King lazily held his face with his hands as he laughed. Within a second, he ceased all laughter, becoming serious all of a sudden.
"If they don't live up to expectations, you know what that entails… right?" The King raised his brows at Louis, attempting to scare the little boy.
"..." Eugene blinked, blankly staring at Louis and the King. 'By sister… Did Louis mean her and Euria?' Eugene tilted her head to the side. ' So.. Euria is good at poems?' Eugene turned towards Euria who was stuffing her mouth with grapes.
Realisation hit her! 'No.. he meant her!' Eugene sharply turned her head towards Louis!
'Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait, one minute! What do 'you know what that entails' mean??!?!?' Eugene rapidly blinked her eyes.
Even Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez were staring at Louis in shock!
"Yes Your Majesty, I understand." Louis's lips raised.
'What do you mean you understand?! For what reasons am I involved in this situation!? Am I going to be executed if I don't live up to expectations?!?! And most importantly, why are you smiling!??' Eugene's head exploded with questions! She wants Louis killed right this moment!
"Alright then!" The king replied happily, not giving a chance for Eugene to refuse! The King then motioned for the men playing the harp to come over.
On their way, the men grabbed papers and ink before walking to the King. Handing the things to Ario, Ario then handed multiple papers to Louis who then forced it into Eugene's hands.
"....." Eugene who suddenly received the tools glared at Louis before glancing at her opponents sitting across her. They too were staring at her, gently smiling.
"Alright then, shall we begin?" The King excitedly waved his sleeves for everyone to begin.
"Haa…" Eugene sighed, giving in to the current situation. What can a small girl like her do anyway? She picked up her brush and before she could think, the King spoke again.
"Oh, as for the rewards. This King will grant you anything you want." Continuing, he added. "The loser… well… The loser should take a swim around the lake? Hahaha!" The King boldly announced, shocking everyone in the room.
"YOUR MAJESTY!" Ario shouted, jumping up in shock!
Startled, the King furrowed his eyebrows at Ario. "You spooked me. Why are you raising your voice as if it's not a good idea?" The King raised his brows in question.
"....." Ario looked down.
"Reply." The King threatened.
With his head down, Ario softly replied. "It's nothing."
"...." Eugene glanced back and forth between the two. 'Well, swimming in the lake during summer is nothing.' Eugene optimistically thought. 'But then again, why would I lose?'
She glanced at Ario who was shifting around in discomfort and the King smiling, pleased because of Ario's reaction.
Eugene silently shook her head before feeling a nudge on her waist. Turning, she saw Aernest looking at her worriedly.
'Quickly write!' Aernest silently communicated, sending a telepathic message to Eugene.
'I know!' Eugene telepathy back.
Glancing at her blank paper, Eugene sighed again.
She wasn't one who cared much about poems but because of her career, many of her lines had to be poetic. Some roles required her to say elegant and sophisticated sentences. 'Ha...Those days were tiring.' Eugene daydreamed.
'I'm sorry poets! I shall steal your poems!' Eugene made up her mind. In deep thoughts, she twirled around her clean brush. 'Long poems were boring, but short poems wouldn't look good.'
The paper-cloth they gave her was thin and transparent. It was roughly the size of her whole body.
'What poem is appropriate in this setting?' Eugene tapped her brush, hesitating about what poems she should use. She had way too many options! She could use poems from her scripts, or famous poems everyone knows!
"Hmmm.." Eugene heard a hum. Glancing towards the noise, she saw the King smiling towards the poets who were currently acting shy and coy. Their faces were red and looked as if they were deeply in love with the King.
'..... Hello? Why are you flirting mid-competition?' Eugene frowned. 'Were they taking me lightly?' Eugene's mood dropped.
"Ha. Ha," Eugene suddenly laughed, an idea popping into her head. Should she write down poems about H.I.V, and that practicing un-safe xxx would lead to unwanted diseases?!? SHOULD SHE?!?
The loving atmosphere is too cringy! Should she destroy it with this brush and paper!?
"I'm finished." A soft voice suddenly announced.
Glancing up, Eugene stared at the Poet who was also looking in Eugene's direction. The mock in his eyes when he saw that Eugene's paper was pale of any ink. '... That's it, I'm executing you.' Eugene silently thought.
"I'm done too, Your Majesty" The 2nd poet also announced. Unlike the first poet, he never glanced at Eugene but only at Ario's direction.
'The jealous type.' Eugene's detective radar actively picked on.
"Alright then, begin when you are ready." The King smiled, motioning for the first poet to read out his poem.
Before the poet began to read, the Dukes and the Paladins worriedly glanced Eugene's way. They were anxious because she hasn't written anything yet. Even Louis, the culprit behind the scenes, furrowed his eyebrows.
Eugene shook her head to relay that everything was alright. Putting her brush down, she glanced across the room to the Poet who stood up to read.
'Everything is alright.' She didn't need to write to remember her poems. She was, after all, using poems from her former world. Besides, she was going to decide which poems to use after her opponents finished reciting. This way, she will have the advantage to counter their attacks and win!
The 1st poet nodded to the King, indicating that he was ready.
"You may begin." The King replied, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to listen.
"Yes, Your Majesty" The 1st poet with bobbed hair replied.
Shifting his body towards the guests, he began in a sad, sorrowful voice that came up from nowhere.
"Let your children be flowers,
Free from pains and hardships,
Oh, god, overestimations,
Lead to eternal sleep,
Regrets and pains,
Are not worth your greed.
Innocent innocent flowers,
We pray for thoust loss"
The bobbed hair man ended, swiping tears that dripped down from the corner of his eyes.
"....." Everyone stopped breathing.
Eugene felt her face dropping. With a face devoid of any emotions, she glanced at the people sitting beside her.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez's faces were completely black. Even Louis and Aedelak who normally didn't show any emotions looked stiff.
The poem roughly translates to:
"Let your children be flower" - 'Let the children be children.'
"Free from pains and hardships" - 'Free the children from adult's war.'
"Oh, god, overestimations." - 'You're overestimations.'
"Lead to eternal sleep" - 'Will kill your children.'
"Regrets and Pain" - 'You will regret and face the worst agony'
"Are not worth your greeds" - 'Their death isn't worth adult's greed.'
"Innocent innocent flowers" - 'The children are innocent.'
"We pray for thoust loss" - 'We pray for your loss'
The last line of the poem was problematic. They weren't dead yet, yet the poem was praying for their loss. This was something that should never be said to someone who was still alive, as it brings bad luck. Not to mention, the poem was certain that they were going to die.
"Young Miss." Aedelak softly muttered. She broke character and publicly glared at Louis for putting Eugene into this situation!
Clenching his hand for 2 seconds to release his unwanted emotion, Louis glanced at Eugene. To his surprise, Eugene was smiling as if she was holding in her laughter.  Following her gaze, Louis saw that the King too had the same reaction.
Like Eugene, the King of Zene almost burst out laughing. Sending love eyes to the poet, began to clap in acknowledgment.
This action of his made Eugene lean for her STD poems even more!
Eugene looked at Ario who had the same dark expression as Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez. The three stayed silent, looking as if their mouths were stuffed with paper.
"What's wrong? What's happening, sister?" Aernest noticed the dark atmosphere and asked.
"Hmm... They are sick." Eugene replied, loud enough for the people sitting on her side to hear. By sick, Eugene meant mentally ill.
"Sick? What sickness?" Euria furrowed her eyebrows and asked. Her cheeks, now stuffed with watermelon.
"Hmm.." Eugene pondered for a moment before replying in all seriousness. "This sickness is in the head. It's called being mentally dysfunctional or mentally disabled. They only contract this sickness when one feels inferior to you."
Eugene smiled, knowing what poem she was going to use to counter.
"Huh? I don't understand what you are saying, sister." Euria drooped chin, displaying her double chin publicly.
Eugene shook her head, her eyes conveying that Euria was too young to understand.
"Sister, I also do not get it!" Aernest chimed in, seeing that Eugene wasn't going to elaborate further. She was always like this, using difficult words that he couldn't understand when they were around people of older age! She becomes a different person when she meets different people, especially when she encounters people she dislikes!
Eugene softly sighed, before explaining. "They are sad people. Every day, every year, every second, they are sad people. People we should pity!" Eugene explained in simple terms. "Their heads are broken into many pieces."
".....Psh…" Ron Graeme snorted, unable to hold back his laughter.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez too had a hard time holding in their laughter. They were worried for Eugene but seeing her saying that the people across from them are basically retards, they felt relief. She was still alright with the competition!
Elbowing Louis, Ron Graeme whispered. "Your sister is amazing. So young yet as sharp as a sword. I really don't want to be the one she talks about! It's too hurtful!"
Louis shook his head. He was worried over nothing. In these types of situations, Eugene was the best person to play. And that was simply because she was young yet sharp.
Because she was young, she could get away with anything and that was why he had Eugene be put in the spotlight instead of him…
Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to see Eugene give up…

On her last breath, she thought, "it wouldn't matter if I died." But when her eyes opened again, a baby clinged onto her out of nowhere. They said it was her twin sister!?-Cross that- She became a baby? -Cross that- A whole bunch of clingy family members popped out of nowhere! After her brain started functioning as- per-normal she realised….

‘My career is useless in this world.’
‘What nation’s most beloved actress?’

USELESS USELESS USELESSSS!
She’ll be killed if she doesn’t fight!

But as the years went by…

‘CAPTAIN! Your younger sister got caught in a minefield!’
‘WHATTTTTTTT!!!!!!’

‘COLONEL! Your brother’s hair is caught on fire!!’
‘WATER! WATER! GET WATER!’

But why…
Can they not leave her alone!?!
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Disclaimer: This novel starts with the MC as a baby. A fluffy start you may say. Age progresses every book!
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A heart warming yet bloody story about an alexithymia actress (A person incapable of feeling emotions) reincarnating into another world to restart her life all over again. Unbeknownst to her, there was something else seriously wrong with her body plus this world wasn't peaceful like her former world! What can, she, an actress, do but grit her teeth to become stronger! She can't just die again!

   Yuuji scratch his hair and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he found that the candle by the side of his wooden bed had been extinguished. As he lit it up, the book 'My Diary' brightened.

   He pondered and flipped the book to the page he recently written. At the exact moment, freshly written words come up.

   [Year 6, 3 months, and 17 days. It has been exactly that long I transmigrated to this world. Earlier today, I had eaten a bun and chicken soup. It was not a bad meal. Though I'd prefer they add seasonings. ]

   [Just like usual, I was thinking what's the point of living in this ancient period? They said when a person dies, they will transmigrate into a fantasy world. Bullshit! Then why I'm suffering here, trying to find this so-called cultivation? I don't care anymore. If this continues, I decided I'll just jump off the cliff of Mount Zang. Ain't me mate, I'm outta here!]

   Yuuji read it and picked up his quill pen. He wrote few more words and sighed as he sprang from his chair. Sauntering to the balcony by the side of his bed, he looked through the starry night by the window, as the bustling activity of the Spring Star Inn underneath his room reverberate.

   "It's been 6 years since my transmigration." muttered Yuuji as he stared blankly at the sky. "The history of Cloud Dynasty stretches far and wide. Tales of immortals were mentioned by sages, but that was all just lies! Though I'm aware of that, as an avid webnovel reader, my dream has long been to become one of them! From the novels I've read, protagonists usually transmigrate to the fantasy world; whether it be magical or cultivation...Now that I had the chance to be someone like them...it should be happening to me too! But why, for the god's sake, I'm stuck in this era of Medieval Period?"

   At this point, he couldn't help but sigh. This body he occupied was of the lumpenproletariat, a beggar. Thus, as someone from the underclass, Yuuji relied on his modern knowledge to become a scholar. Now he had a decent job here in Zhouya County, working as a private tutor. 

But that was not enough!

   His salary could only sustain his needs, not his dream!

   Although he was quite well-known for his infringement works, he felt ashamed of it. "Dear ancestors, I can only live through your poems...I hope you forgive me for that."

   The townfolks had admired his works and given him the pseudonym 'The Poetic Gentleman'. That caused him further extreme embarrassment. 

   Oh, dear God, what will happen if they learn that those poems were from modern earth?

   Well, it was only convenient for him to use since he needed them. Furthermore, it wasn't like he didn't give credits to the original owners. He was not that shameless.

   In addition, it was only for the sake of increasing his pitiful status as a beggar. Those poems and poets were his one and only hope to climb up the ladder. Although he was a teacher in his previous life, he knew that without these poems, he would have died long ago.

   And thanks to the poems, his days had been incredible. Everyone knew of him, even Baron Xiu Wu who begged him for some favor knew of him. However, as he thought about how he transmigrated into a non-fantasy world, his heart felt heavy. This era had no gadgets, no cultivation, no magic... this simply killing him piece by piece without even lifting any hands!

   Would his goal to become Immortal be fulfilled?

   Or perhaps will everything remains the same? Just like every day, wander the city, impress the townsfolk from stolen poems, or teaching young nobles about education...Will everything remain the same without even the hint of changing?

   As he thought here, he felt crestfallen. Life's truly tough whether it be past or present.

   After the dark moment, Yuuji took a deep breath. He looked below and stared at the townfolks on the street. 

   The street was bustling. Although it was evening, the stalls and shops were crowded with customers. Even the strong smell of alcohol caused Yuuji to take a handkerchief on his pouch and covered it to his mouth. 

   As Yuuji thought of it, he felt that it was only natural since the restaurant was located in City Square. 

   When he caught the sight of a kid holding a chicken leg, it evoked his buried memories. "It's been 6 years I've tasted coke, oh how I wish I never choked my food and died."

   Remembering the good old days, he had a headache. If he had never f*cked up while eating his favorite food, pizza, and combination of coke in his past life, perhaps he would have been married to his fianceé by now.

   "We were at the same age. Perhaps, she has turned 28 this year," mumbled Yuuji as his eyes narrowed. At the very moment, some guards of Baron Xiu Wu's manor had emerged on the street. From their direction, they seemed to be heading towards him. 

   "This restaurant is not the nicest one inside the city. What are they doing here? Unless...."

   Yuuji voice trailed off here as he turned and watched the door of his temporary shelter. He touched his chin and waited for about the time it would normally take to burn an incense stick. Then suddenly, a knock came on the door.

   His eyes brightened as he headed to the door. After taking a deep breath and calming himself, he opened it.

   As the door fully opened, the same men he saw on the street were in front of him!

   When these people saw Yuuji, they gave a respectful bow and explained the purpose of their visit, "Esteemed Scholar Wu Ning, sorry for the late visit, My lord requested your presence."

   "There's no problem." replied Yuuji, a polite smile on his face as he continued hesitantly, "...Is this about that thing?"

   He hoped it would be the thing he requested. After fulfilling Baron Xiu Wu's request, he similarly requested a favor from him; information about Immortals, Cultivators, or Sect. 

   To be honest, it was a very simple request. However, Yuuji occupied the body of a young beggar named Wu Ning and somehow had a little status. So instead, he requested the help of Baron Xiu Wu, who was part of upper-class nobles, to gather information for him.

   "If Immortals don't exist in this world. Then perhaps the high officials of the dynasty knew something."

   It has been five months since he had requested that to Baron Xiu Wu and finally, the old guy came knocking on his door. On his mind, it was probably that request.

   "The Lord wasn't specific on his word." said one of the guards, "However, he seemed to be in a hurry when he commanded us. There were even sweats on his head."

   "That's fine. Lead me there, then," replied Yuuji, a frown on his face.

   Under the lead of Baron Xiu Wu's attendants, they left the Spring Star Inn as they headed to the north of the town.

   Baron Xiu Wu's manor could be located there. It had occupied a big chunk of land about 0.5 Li. The manor was as huge as a mansion and patrolmen were marching around it. They were holding a six-foot spear on hand and had a robust build.

   As Yuuji entered the manor and saw these people, although he had been here for the 8th time, his body still feels fear. 

   What happens if these large men would be placed on Earth? 

   With their robust muscles, perhaps becoming a celebrity's personal guard wasn't hard for them. However, in Zhouya County, they could only become patrolmen.

   "Poetic Gentleman, please enter. My lord is waiting inside." 

   Yuuji nodded to this guard who politely instructed him as he entered the hall's entrance just himself.

   At that instant, he found that besides Baron Xiu Wu, who was an old man of his sixties and had already developed his beards, there was actually another person on the hall! 

A woman that akin to a celestial fairy!

   As Yuuji gazed at this woman, he had a hard time reverting his gaze away from her. 

She was simply beautiful! 

   Although that daoist robe she wore seemed old, it was very fitting for her, enough to flex her developed breasts and slim body. Her scarlet hair was as cosmos. She also had alluring bright eyes; Baron Xiu Wu even hard time controlling himself.

   When the celestial fairy noticed Yuuji, she commented. "This is the guy you recommend to me? From the looks of it, he seemed not even has the cultivation of Sensing Realm. Xiu Wu, are you wasting my time here?!"

   "Of course not." Baron Xiu Wu snapped awake when he heard the woman spoke his name out. He clasped his hand together and clarified, a wide smile on his face. "Wu Ning is a fine talented youth. He's almost 16 and can recite poems perfectly. Do you remember that 'Life of Eight Immortals' poem I gave you? This is the boy who composes it."

   "Oh, he's this young?" muttered the celestial fairy, her face stunned. She hurriedly took one more glance at Yuuji and scrutinized him. "I never imagine the person I praise to be so young. Kid, are you really the one who compose that poem?"

   "I-I'm indeed that person," replied Yuuji as he bowed politely. He was quick-witted. From Baron Xiu Wu's attitude and occasional gaze, this woman seemed someone of special status.

   "It has been long since an ambassador like Xiu Wu recommended a mortal to Cloud Academy. Furthermore, a boy like you to compose amazing poems like the Life of Eight Immortals. How old are you?" said the celestial fairy unhurriedly.

   Hearing her, Yuuji appeared confused. Although he already formed some suspicion on his heart that it was the goal he was looking for, he still inquired. "I beg for forgiveness...but can you explain briefly?"

   Hearing him, old man Xiu Wu cleared his throat and looked at Yuuji. "Although you're a mortal, for the time being, I believe that you have the potential to thread the path of Immortality, Scholar Wu. As an ambassador whose job to scout talents, I told Instructor Qingxue about your existence. I remember you ask me before that do Immortals exists, I can tell you know that; They do exist!"

   Hearing him, the enormous wall that wouldn't budge no matter what seemed to open in the instant. As if there was a new path that opened to him. As if a staircase appeared in front of him and he was standing under it. A word popped on his head.

"Immortals!" muttered Yuuji.

   "Although there have been records of mortals that had yet to thread the Immortal Staircase appears on the history our Seclusive Cloud Academy, they are first needed to be tested," said Mu Qingxue, a smile on her face as she gazed at Yuuji. "Do you want to undertake the test and walk the path of Immortality?" 

   Yuuji clenched his fists, his heart boiling with excitement, and thought. 'I've been waiting for this day for 6 whole years! Every day I've been living without a clear sense of goal! Now that an opportunity open to me, how can I, Yuuji, not be willing?'

"I'm willing!"

   "Good!" praised Mu Qingxue, seeing how determined Yuuji looked. She waved her hand and said lightly. "To be honest, I'm very moved by your attitude and would be willing to give you a recommendation letter here and now.

   "However, rules are rules. If you can survive three moves from this apprentice of mine, Cloud Academy welcomes you." 

   After she said that, a young girl appears from nowhere. She was about the age of Yuuji, around 15 years. Her eyes were ice-cold, no trace of emotion reflected as she held her short sword.

   Seeing this young girl, Baron Xiu Wu's eyes narrowed, his face darkened. "Do you expect Wu Ning to block Xie Ling's three moves? Qingxue, you're kidding right?"

   Xiu Wu couldn't believe what he was seeing. The young genius Xie Ling, who reach Comprehensive Sovereign after two years of cultivating, versus someone who hadn't even reach Sensing Realm. The difference was immensely big, and no chances of winning on Yuuji's side.

   "I'm not," replied Mu Qingxue bluntly, she further explained. "However, Xie Ling will not use Qi during the battle, only physical strength. Even if Wu Ning is still a mortal, blocking three moves isn't hard for him. Unless, you're just bragging about this Wu Ning, Xie Wu?"

   "Of course not," replied Xiu Wu, no longer speaking after that.

   Yuuji looked at his opponent. He couldn't remain calm. Yet another beautiful woman, unfortunately, she seemed very cold and emotionless. 

   "Lord Xie Wu, can I borrow a saber?" said Yuuji, his face serious. Swords were quite heavy, so he preferred Saber. In addition, He had practice saber for a while now and his fragile body was fitting for it. 

"Eh? A saber?" 

   Baron Xie Wu was surprised by his weapon of choice and commanded one of his people to bring a saber.

   Not long after, the servant brought a golden saber in his hand as he handed it to Yuuji.

   At the instant he wielded it, the area turned into a battlefield.



After transmigrating to the alternate world of ancient China 6 years ago, Yuuji Naito has lived the life seeking the world of Cultivation. As an avid webnovel fan, he didn’t give up the meaning of life and continued searching for the existence of Immortals.

However, as time passes, he soon realized in the Cloud Dynasty, Immortality doesn’t exist. 

Crestfallen, Yuuji thought that it was better to die, but Baron Xiu Wu’s attendants came to visit him, claiming that Baron Xiu Wu was looking for him.

Since then, Yuuji’s life change. From a mortal of a small nation, he soon became the legend of Fortune Continent, his name left an everlasting impact on the world as the first person who had reached the legendary realm - Timeless Sovereign.

This is a story of how he became a Legend.

....

Author’s note: This story is action-pack and adventure. A light-hearted shounen novel into a darker one. This is quite different from cultivation novels with different cultivation systems. I’ll also introduce some concepts, I won’t say unique, but it will be a good one.

Words per day - 2k words. That’s around 1/2 chapters.

To be honest, for Lu Shu, there were no benefits that were worth selling his body for, even the Master Realm.
Sun Zhongyang waved his hand and rejected. "I dislike those who sell their body for some benefit the most. Are there any other slaves?" 
The manager laughed in disdain. "I will bring a few other slaves. But you must understand that these are the best slaves. They typically have their own reasons for coming to the market. Roamers have no right to enter."
"I mean, do you have any…" Sun Zhongyang heistated. "Good looking slaves who are of excellent quality? It would be best if they are well-educated. Even better if they understand the poems of the king."
When Sun Zhongyang said this, the manager understood.
Suddenly, Lu Shu was speechless. So the palace compared these kinds of slaves… there was no difference with that on Earth, where concubines were compared.
Lu Shu felt that there was nothing attractive about these slaves… wait, why did you bring male slaves…
This time, the manager brought more than ten slaves. Half of them were male. Lu Shu suddenly realized that the palace geniuses beside Sun Zhongyang were suddenly very excited…
He really could not understand this world.
Lu Xiaoyu glanced at Lu Shu. "How about them?"
Lu Shu said with a sense of justice, "I dislike those who sell their body for some benefit the most."
The manager glanced at him and said to Sun Zhongyang, "They are talented in the reading of the king's poems. Do you want them to perform for you?"
Sun Zhongyang said excitedly, "Let me listen to one or two poems of the king."
Lu Shu thought. Were you really a young man who was interested in literature and art? You do not seem like one at all!
But at that moment, a beautiful female slave wearing a green dress said in a dignified manner, "I heard you say that you dislike those who sell their bodies for some benefit the most. But you might have misunderstood. In this courtyard, not only do masters choose slaves, slaves also choose their masters. It is easy for you to make us memorise the poems of the king. But do you know how we feel wronged to submit ourselves to you?"
Lu Shu was dumbfounded. The slaves here dared to speak in such a manner? Were there still many things about this world that he did not know?
Or had Zhang Weiyu been right? He had said that the slaves who had knowledge and could become teachers were abused by their slave owners, but were also respected by their owners. 
Lu Shu realized that Sun Zhongyang and the rest did not slap this lady in a rage. On the contrary, they seemed to be deep in thought.
Lu Xiaoyu said in a low and cold tone, "It's just a sales strategy."
Suddenly, Sun Zhongyang said in a clear voice, "How about this? Let's play a game! We will each say a line of the king's poems. This way, we can clearly see how much everyone knows! I'll go first. You live where the Yangtze begins[1]!"
The person him smiled and continued. "I live where the Yangtze ends."
"I long for you day after day, yet we cannot meet," said someone else.
To Lu Shu's shock, he realized that it was now his turn. What was the next line?
Everyone looked at Lu Shu. Lu Shu paused for two seconds. "We build a new village together?"
"From Sun Zhongyang's distress, +666!"
"From Mo Xiaoya's distress, +666!"
"From…" 
Sun Zhongyang felt sick. Others share the water from the Yangtze river, but you built a new village? What in the world was that?!
The originally civilized atmosphere had suddenly been destroyed.
Lu Shu also realized that everyone's expressions had darkened. He coughed twice. "Ahem. Let's go back to the trade caravan. Have fun, all of you."
There was really no meaning to this slave market. Thus, Lu Shu decided that he would no longer stay here. He could not play along with what these refined men like to play.
But at that moment, the lady in a green dress said, "If you are willing, I am willing to become your slave."
Lu Shu pointed to himself. "Me?"
The lady in a green dress nodded her head. "That's right."
Lu Shu was dumbfounded. He asked, "Did you eat too much for lunch…?"
"From Xu Mujun's distress, +199!"
Sun Zhongyang and the rest were dumbfounded as well. Just now, she seemed as if she looked down on Lu Shu. But now, she asked him whether he was willing to take her as his slave out of her own initiative. Were you serious? To Lu Shu and the rest, based on Lu Shu's "build a new village together", it was not an understatement to call him a country bumpkin… 
Sun Zhongyang could not understand. "Lady, we have various handsome young men here. Some of us are rich, some of us have strength, and some of us have power…"
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Mujun suddenly said, "I picked the most good-looking one."
"From Sun Zhongyang's distress…"
Lu Xiaoyu suddenly pondered. This world was very strange. On Earth, although Lu Shu had fine features, he could not be considered as good looking. Only fools like Coral would call Lu Shu as such.
Thus, Lu Xiaoyu thought about it. Was there something wrong with the appreciation of beauty in this world? Or was there something wrong with Lu Shu's identity? Why was everyone forced to think that Lu Shu was good looking?
If there was actually something wrong with Lu Shu's identity, where would they find the answer to their question?
Lu Xiaoyu asked Lu Shu in a small voice, "Do you think that there's something strange here?"
Lu Shu asked curiously. "What's strange?"
Lu Xiaoyu thought about it and said, "Why does everyone here think that you're good looking?"
Lu Shu paused for two seconds. "Because I really am?"
"From Lu Xiaoyu's distress, +666!"
Lu Xiaoyu coldly looked at Lu Shu. "You can really boast. My train of thought is all over the place now."
Lu Shu looked at Xu Mujun and said in an earnest tone, "Lady, I have no money to buy you. I still have other uses for my money."
No money? Sun Zhongyang and the rest looked at Lu Shu. Even Mo Xioaoya was surprised. All the buyers they had seen liked to boast in hopes of getting their attention. But this young man had confessed his financial state. He even made others feel more comfortable and ensured that they had a peace of mind.
Xu Mujun said calmly, "I have some money. If you are willing, my money will be yours."
At that moment… Lu Shu was touched…
Sun Zhongyang and the rest were dumbfounded. Was she selling herself as a slave, or was she buying a master? They could not understand this situation!
Lu Xiaoyu was dumbfounded as well. At first, she had thought that Xu Mujun had acted in a prideful manner as a means to get sales. But now, it seemed as if this was not the case. She said to Lu Shu, "She definitely has some plans!"
Lu Shu was very calm. "That's right. I've seen it as well. She is targeting my looks."
At that moment, Wen Zaifou was shouting abuses in the imperial palace. "No way! Why is it so difficult to plant someone beside him?! He must be crazy!"
[1] this is a poem by Chinese poet Li Zhiyi


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

"Cough! Cough!"
Guo Yunzi didn't come back to himself until a long time later. He was completely shocked by Wang Hao. He had been working on poems his entire life; he did not expect that he would be defeated by an erotic poem.
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Duo Duo hurried to give Guo Yunzi a hand. She also glared at Wang Hao, who she thought was an utter scumbag.
"Do you mean what you said? You went boating with a girl and did it in the mist?" Zhao Yiling looked at Wang Hao coldly.
Seeing that, all the guys grew excited.
The lady had finally seen through this man. He might be a great poet, but so what? Tricking the lady meant buying a ticket to hell.
With sadness in his eyes, Wang Hao sighed. "Years ago, I was only a lost lamb who didn't know what he wanted at all, but after I ran into you, I realized I was born for you. Please let me say this aloud: I love you!"
Zhao Yiling blushed under Wang Hao's affectionate eyes. Her heart was racing, and she forgot that she was going to teach Wang Hao a lesson.
All the guys were dumbfounded. What was wrong with the ice queen they knew?
Did she not know that this scumbag was manipulating her?
Wang Hao lifted Zhao Yiling's hair and stared at her in fascination. "You are as beautiful as a lotus flower!"
Zhao Yiling's neck turned red, and her body was hotter than ever. She felt that she would fall for this man's nice words if she were to stay here any longer.
Thinking that, Zhao Yiling glanced at Wang Hao and quickly ran off. There was no telling where she went.
Wang Hao smiled and shouted at Zhao Yiling's back, "I will find you even if you run to the end of the world…"
Zhao Yiling blushed even harder and ran even faster. She was sure that she would be vanquished if she stayed.
Although she wanted Wang Hao to be her husband, he would still have to prove that he was good at martial arts in order to make a living.
Since her father was a commander, she couldn't look for a husband who could only write poems but could not fight.
So, she must not fall for Wang Hao too soon, not until he revealed his talents in martial arts.
Ling Xiao looked at Wang Hao and felt like worshiping him. Wang Hao had made a girl swoon in only ten minutes after blurting out multiple classic poems.
If the girl hadn't fled so fast, she would probably be packed away by Wang Hao.
However, while talents in literature were important, Wang Hao's shamelessness was definitely what mattered most.
How could he have been brazen enough to make up so many lies?
After Zhao Yiling left, Wang Hao looked at Guo Yunzi disdainfully. "Old fart, stop embarrassing yourself. You should go back home and start farming instead!"
"Kid, we both did a justifiable review on the poem just now, and literature can be controversial. So, nobody really won," Guo Yunzi said casually. "If you think you're good enough, why don't we compete in other aspects?"
"Hehe. It seems that you're not giving up at all!" Wang Hao gazed at Guo Yunzi. Since this guy insisted on being humiliated, he wouldn't go easy on him.
At this moment, the girls at the party all looked at Wang Hao with strong affection.
Other than the erotic limericks, the poems he wrote about women were all classic.
If the poems were written for them, their names would definitely be passed on with these poems, and they would be remembered as goddesses that everybody praised even after they aged and died.
For women who loved prettiness most, it was too tempting.
Those benefits were too distant, but there were still concrete returns near at hand.
If a few classic poems were created for them, some experts might learn of their name and pursue them, and they would be much more influential than before.
Regretfully, all of Wang Hao's poems were written for Zhao Yiling. They could totally foresee that Zhao Yiling would be praised as the most beautiful woman in the Glorious Sky Federation a few months later.
"Someone, prepare brush and ink!" Guo Yunzi waved his hand, and his vibe completely changed.
Hearing that, a few maids quickly carried over two tables, with brushes, ink, paper, and everything.
"Haha. You want to compete with me in calligraphy? All right, let's have some fun today…" Wang Hao laughed and walked to the tables.
…
Zhao Yiling returned to her room and had a cup of cold water before she finally felt that she was back to normal.
A girl in black next to her couldn't help but ask, "My lady, according to our investigation, the man nicknamed Jade-Faced Dragon is a disloyal scoundrel who has deceived multiple women. Why did you choose him?"
Zhao Yiling chuckled. "All men are disloyal. My father was disloyal too before he met my mother, but look at how obedient he is in front of my mother now. So, there's no need to be concerned about that."
"But the general only hit bars in the past, and this guy is deceptive and manipulative…" argued the girl in black.
Without offering a reply, Zhao Yiling said softly, "What do you think of his talents in literature?"
The girl in black nodded and said, "He's very good. It is even safe to say that few people are better than him in the Glorious Sky Federation."
Zhao Yiling asked again, "Do you think you can develop literary talent, or cure disloyalty?"
The girl in black was enlightened. "Literary talent is natural and can't be changed, but as for disloyalty, I'm sure you can tame this guy as long as you ask your mother for advice, my lady."
"Therefore, this man has met half of my requirements for a husband. It remains to be seen how good he is at fighting." Zhao Yiling was both hopeful and anxious that she might be disappointed.
"My lady, that man is competing with Senior Guo again!" Another girl in black ran in. "They're competing in calligraphy this time."
"Calligraphy?" Zhao Yiling was stunned. Why couldn't this man be slightly more modest? How many years of experience did he have? And he wanted to compete with Guo Yunzi in calligraphy?


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

28th of December, 2 hours before midnight.

A man was sitting in a dim lit living room. His right hand was supporting his throbbing forehead. In front of him, empty bottles of alcohol and packs of chocolate lay scattered. He was, no doubt, drunk.

Before he knew it, he was already writing the contents of his messy brain. In less than half an hour, his phone was already filled with 6 paragraphs of the things he's been meaning to tell someone.

His finger hovered above the send button, his eyes skimming the words he wrote in a drunken stupor. At the moment, his usual anxiety was nowhere to be found, thanks to the vodka filling his system. With a click, the message was finally sent to the lady he had secretly taken a liking to. 

To say that he's anticipating her answer was an understatement. He fixed his stare at the screen until it darkened.

Hours passed by slowly. Until her reply came the next day, he had not slept a wink. He sat straight as the notification rang, as if awaiting his judgement.

As he was reading the contents of her reply, his body was slowly being filled with adrenaline. He could hear every beat of his heart as he felt nothing but excitement and happiness.

Without them noticing, they've been talking until the dead of the night. In his excitement, he wrote two poems about his muse. At the same time, he also dedicated a music video to her. It may seem crazy, but for him, these are just little things that he can do for her.
•••

The next days were similarly filled with happiness and excitement as the anticipated day of their meeting came.

The man who rarely smiled, had his face smiling as he met her for the first time. Her exquisite face was formed by her magnificent eyes matching with the brightest smile he had ever seen in his rough life.

He called her his Australis, as she called him her Orion. As the classes started again, he regularly went with her after their classes end, taking a walk around the campus, seeking stars and talking about how great their day was. 

Around the second week of January, he started composing poems for her, every single day. He would stay in a cafè near the campus, drinking coffee as an idea formed in his head. He decided to make abook dedicated to her, "A Hundred Poems for Andrea".

For 30 days, he managed to create a hundred poems, including essays.  And so, a book about his muse is created. In it were the poems and essays he composed, along with his knowledge about the vast universe.

•••
A/N: This is a poem he composed for her.

Ashtin: My past works were all about depression and anxiety, but this one is about love.

"Everlasting Love"

Once I was like the Nebula,
The coldest region of the space.
You shined like a supernova,
What a surprising part of fate.

I struggled with life gere on Earth,
Especially with getting help.
Almost a decade since my birth,
I couldn't even save myself.

I thought I'd be completely lost
With frost I continued to live
I took the huge risk and the cost
As the host I tried to believe

The years passed and I also asked
For what is trust and what's my task
Suddenly a lady have dashed
Then she saw both sides of my masks

There's something unique in her smile
A dazzling yet decieving face
I can see it within a mile
Yet I still trace it with huge space

I indeed failed to see her worth
So I did try to look behind
Was shy on her trying to court
But I saw what's in her sad mind

So tough almost the both of us
Both made our Dad mad and our Mom sad
So I tried with her to discuss
Succeeded and I became glad

The horizon alligned the stars
Kept me waiting for a long time
Binded us both with our scars
Portraying that you could be mine

Not a word defines pur bond
Not a force can break our will
We are now already beyond
That is both our hidden skill

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