(Prince of Tennis) Forgotten River

Past life, present life, A sorrowful and hopeless world. Should we cling to it, or leave it behind? Gazing into the darkness of this world, leaving behind a single cold tear, or holding on to a thread of affection. We alone can choose what happens, or perhaps we have no choice at all... You linger in memories, waiting until frost blankets the sky. The worries in your heart cannot be undone; the red lotuses you planted have already bloomed. A thousand years of loneliness: whose love ran deep, whose fate ran short? When will we meet again? Who blurred the memories of the past? She came from the underworld into the mortal realm. She had no past and did not wish to be reincarnated. She simply did not want to leave. She had forgotten everything. The only thing she remembered was that someone had called her Wangchuan.