a collection of philosophical tales
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athanasia(อาธานาเซีย)เรื่องย่อ
a collection of philosophical tales
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Philosophical Tales of Athanasia (ENG)
The Ballroom in Mohe
A young man would often bring a woman to dance in a certain hall
She wore a dress of black and crimson—striking, yet never seeming to stand out in anyone’s eyes
They smiled at each other and danced in joy
Perhaps because of this, everyone in the hall—old patrons and newcomers alike—kept their gaze fixed upon the young man, unable to look away
One night, a stranger walked in
He accidentally brushed against the woman, yet offered no word of apology
The young man argued with him, but she quickly held him back
So he said only,
“If not for her, this would not end so easily”
The stranger laughed and called him mad
Their love was sweet—so sweet that even quarrels could not erase the happiness of that hall
Their love was steadfast—the young man still asked her to come dance every single night
Though her parents opposed them, the two slipped out together all the same
Her parents, watching from the old window on the second floor,
could only wear a sorrowful expression as they saw the backs of the two of them slipping away into the night
Their love defied time—it moved forward without pause
The young man of those days is now a white-haired elder,
yet the woman, in his eyes, remains as radiant as ever, unchanged from long ago
Newcomers to the hall fix their gaze on the old man still dancing alone,
until a whisper rises from the corner—a story of the great fire of 1987, in Mohe