You've had a bowl of wine and the taste feels familiar.
It took me three hundred years to brew it, waiting for you to taste it.
In your first life, you were a teenager and I hadn't learned how to keep you.
In your second life, you were an emperor, and I stayed with you as a cat and concubine for more than ten years.
In the third life, you were a monster hunter, and you opened the door of my tavern.
Ning Chun Dew, three hundred years old, waiting for a person who has forgotten to bring an umbrella after three lifetimes.
——May you live up to your expectations in the next life.
