But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

It means we're looking one way, while following another. We're for one side and also the other. We mean what we say, but our intentions are different.

But later that day, the streets of Kweilin were strewn with newspapers reporting great Kuomintang victories, and on top of these papers, like fresh fish from a butcher, lay rows of people - men, women and children who had never lost hope, but had lost their lives instead.

For woman is yin, the darkness within, where untempered passions lie. And man is yang, bright truth lighting our minds.

All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. -Ying Ying

And after I played them both a few times, I realized they were two halves of the same song.

I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.