I am the soul crosser on the Naihe Bridge, and people call me Po Meng.
Thousands of years ago, I was a singer and he was a scholar. He said he would not marry anyone but me, but turned around and married someone else. I threw myself into the river, and he died for his love.
On the way to the underworld, he drank Meng Po soup and forgot about me. And I stood at the bridge and waited for him for a thousand years.
Now he is here. He doesn't recognize me. But the scar on his left wrist has hurt for a thousand years.
Intention: If you are in a floating life, you can overcome your love and sin by yourself - only by letting go of your obsession can you reach the other shore.