Is the pursuit of thousands of years just a passing smoke?
Qionghua, why do you never look at me? Is it true that I, Bi Luo, am not as good as that young man with a bright smile in this mortal world, as you said?
In this case, I, Biluo, am willing to go under the Buddha's seat and light up the green lanterns with withered scrolls in order to forget the love that lasted ten thousand years.