My Magic Brush The Ink Of Destiny Chinese Drama

My Dear One,

The house on the mountain-top has lost its soul. It is nothing but a

palace with empty windows. I go upon the terrace and look over the

valley where the sun sinks a golden red ball, casting long purple

shadows on the plain. Then I remember that thou art not coming from

the city to me, and I stay to myself that there can be no dawn that I

care to see, and no sunset to gladden my eyes, unless I share it with

thee.

But do not think I am unhappy. I do everything the same as if thou

wert here, and in everything I say, "Would this please my master?"

Meh-ki wished to put thy long chair away, as she said it was too big;

but I did not permit. It must rest where I can look at it and imagine I

see thee lying it, smoking thy water pipe; and the small table is

always near by, where thou canst reach out thy hand for thy papers

and the drink thou lovest. Meh-ki also brought out the dwarf pine-tree

and put it on the terrace, but I remembered thou saidst it looked like

an old man who had been beaten in his childhood, and I gave it to her