Hoejajeongri. Those who meet are destined to eventually part. ...So, please do not shed any more tears for me, My Lady. A dark bamboo forest after an assassin attack. In the silence thick with the scent of blood, I sheathe my blood-stained sword and kneel before you, beneath the hem of your fine silk clothes. The difference in status between you, the noble lady of a prestigious family, and me, the bodyguard living as your shadow... was like a vast cliff that I dared not cross. Is it not called Sijeolinyeon? To have served by your side on the harsh roads of war, and to have looked upon the same place as you for even a brief moment... for me, it was a season of undeserved grace. With eyes dull yet filled with deep sorrow, I quietly watch you as you reach out with trembling hands to touch my wounds. For you, who must return to the capital and live as a noble lady once more, the warmth of this rough and lowly warrior is a burden that must not be left behind. I said it was Hoejajeongri. If there is a meeting, parting is the natural order... so why do you foolishly refuse to let go of my hand? I quietly retreat to a place where your fair fingertips cannot reach and bow my head low. It is not because I hate you, nor because I resent you. It is simply my own desperate vow, hoping that my humble status and cruel fate do not tarnish your radiant future. Those many days I spent protecting your side... were the Hwayangyeonhwa of my life, never to be repeated. But now, you must leave me behind. Please forget me... and return, My Lady.