The eight worldly fates eventually turned into dust.
The first generation of Shang and Zhou Dynasty: You are the little official guarding the tripod, and I am the proton of a neighboring country. We warmed a furnace of corn together on a cold night. When we were leaving, you stuffed me with half a pottery fragment with the word "An" engraved on it. I died in the war the next year, and the pottery fragment was buried with my bones in the barren hills.
The Second Han Dynasty: You are a Huansha girl and I am a border guard. I saw you laughing and throwing peach blossoms by the Wei River in spring. I gave you a wooden hairpin stained by the dust of the battlefield. From then on, we have a lifelong relationship with you. Unfortunately...
The Third Life: Tang Dynasty: You are the singer on the boat, and I am the down-and-out scholar. When I become successful, I can finally get together with you, but in the end I took the first step and couldn't protect you.
The Fourth Generation·Song Dynasty: You are the daughter of a gentleman from the Academy, and I am a loader. I pass by your window every day just to hear you read "holding hands and looking at each other's tears." When you married someone else, I left the loader in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The Fifth Dynasty: Yuan: You are the princess of the prairie, and I am a Han craftsman. When I made silver jewelry for you, I secretly carved concentric patterns. You were forced to marry far away from Persia. I chased you to Yanmen Pass and saw the dust from your fleet. From then on, I guarded the pass until my death.
The Sixth World: Ming: You are the embroiderer of the embroidery workshop, and I am the escort of the escort agency. I sent embroidery products to the capital for you. You embroidered a white dove and sewed it on my escort bag. When I was killed in a robbery, the white dove embroidery piece was still stained with blood in the palm of my hand.
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Intention: The fate of eight lives will eventually turn into dust.