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Amethyst, I love it very much. But do you believe in fact
it is a tear? That’s a tear which changed into a grain of
ore. In preexistence I was a woman waiting for the lover
for the whole life. On an early autumn morning, I looked
after my lover to go to the battle field. Then he never
went back because of the ware called "sanctity". Everyday
I always stood at the foot of the age-old mountain, hoping
and weeping. It was said that if you exhaust your tears
your lover will come back. The sun fell and the moon rose.
One day, my last tear slided slowly on my face and then
dropped to the bed on which I lay, dying. The evening mist
dyed it purple. The age-old mountain treasure the purple
tear up. Hundreds of thousands years past, it congealed
into a grain of crystal -- the transparent amethyst. One
day, a man who was preexisting lover of mine bought it
and sent it to a lovely girl. She was his lover in this
life. They smiled to each other. But they would never know
that it is a tear of mine, which had dropped just before
I died and contained the great love. |
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