A thousand lifetimes, a thousand falls into the River of Forgetfulness. Its waters have flowed for a thousand years. Meng Po’s soup may have washed away memories, but it could never erase the tremor in the heart. In every life, when we meet, the corners of your eyes are dust I brushed away for you in the life before. A thousand lifetimes of reincarnation are nothing more than a love letter written into time by heaven and earth for those who love one another. Every new meeting in each life is a hint of fate; every time we pass each other by is only so that we may finally embrace.
The wind and sand on the border can blow away the flags, but not the words "Live in the same robe, die in the same cave" carved on the wooden pillars; the Xiongnu's scimitar can cut off the armor, but it cannot cut off the thousands of years of love entwined in the sword and the silver hairpin. "Yanmensha - Life and Death Contract" uses the gravel of the border as ink and the blood and tears of little people as pens to outline a swan song of love that is more brilliant than the stars in the flames of war - when the blood of the iron sword guard and the tears of the teahouse proprietress seep into the Gobi land together, not only willow flowers bloom, but also the most gentle and tragic interpretation of the word "guarding".