26/01/2025
Today, the mountains of Buanruangluang stand tall, guarding the timeless tales of love and loss. The gentle rivulet flows endlessly, whispering the names of Meiriang and Lubuannei as it winds through the village. The same village roads, once trodden by the two young lovers, still exist, echoing their laughter and playful footsteps.
These places bear silent witness to the enduring legacy of Meiriang and Lubuannei. Every stone, every tree, every bend in the path seems to hold a piece of their story, recounting the joy and the heartbreak they endured. The mountains, the rivulet, and the village roads have become storytellers, passing on the legend of the two lovers to each new generation.
The winds carry their names, and the valleys resonate with the echoes of their love—a love that was deep, pure, and tragically cut short. The painful story of their separation lingers, a poignant reminder that even the most beautiful love stories can end in heartache. Yet, the enduring memory of Meiriang and Lubuannei remains etched into the heart of the valley, a testament to a love that transcended time and fate.
Thus, the land itself preserves the saga of Meiriang and Lubuannei, ensuring that their tale of devotion, longing, and ultimate separation is never forgotten. The mountains, the rivulet, and the village roads continue to tell their story, a story that will forever be a part of Buanruangluang’s heritage.
Lubuannei looked away, silent. Meiriang, with a playful grin, teased, "Well, if you don't decide, I'll just have to find someone else..."
