The elm leaves return to the garden, and the lonely soul guards its hometown.
The person who keeps the tomb can see the soul, but cannot touch it; the person who attracts the soul can touch the soul, but cannot live long.
He is the snow in the cage, he is the wind in the world of mortals.
An encounter is redemption and death.
Thousands of years of destiny, reincarnation without solution.
He sacrificed him with his own hands in exchange for peace in the world.
From then on, one person guarded the forest and the other became the leader.
See you every year, never meet again.
Intention: Real salvation is not to eliminate regrets, but to allow regrets to exist.