When he rescued her, she was a fox.
When he died, she was still a fox.
Those three hundred years of love, love, and waiting,
They were all wiped out by a transcendence.
In his last life, the eminent monk spread out his palm - the withered yellow willow leaf.
"Ah Shi, let go."
He chanted all night long. She knelt all night.
The next day, he passed away.
When she walked out of the temple, she no longer remembered why she came.
Now she was just an ordinary fox, lying on the hillside where she met him, basking in the sun.
The wind blew and she suddenly raised her head.
——I can't remember the tune of that song.
