Those lazy times passing through our bodies, idle footprints fall, take root and sprout inadvertently.
The sunshine that cannot be erased by time is hot and dazzling.
Looking back at dusk, are you still smiling in the dimly lit place?
Meng Po's eighth life, eight reincarnations, unbreakable strings, endless fate...
Look at that pot of soup, an ordinary pot of soup...
Just because of the addition of seasoning called forgetfulness, it has surpassed the former mountain alliance...
After eight lives, have you forgotten me?