You Promise Three Thousand Silk

A long, long time ago, a white lotus appeared in the ninth heaven. It spent a thousand years in the heaven in a daze, and it also made me feel melancholy for many years. Who said that gods don't cherish spring? However, marriage is the most elusive in the world. If you understand the word love thoroughly, it will hurt others. If you cannot understand it clearly, it will hurt yourself. A white lotus plant once said innocently, "I would give you three lives in exchange for one, and I would be allowed an instant of youth." The man smiled evilly, "Okay, if you lose, don't blame me -" After a thousand twists and turns, after a dream of prosperity, in the best years, the heart has turned into ashes. On this side, she turned around and left, but she didn't see... On the other side, there was someone who had been waiting for countless years. After drinking Po Meng's soup, her past life was gone. However, even if she forgot all about it, even if she looked back desolately, she could not compete with his tenderness - "It doesn't matter! Even if you are on Naihe Bridge, I will recognize you." Maybe one is strong without love, maybe the person left behind is always the one who is persistent. She asked, "Why should I cultivate immortality?" He replied, "For me." Time flies, the sky is vast, he waits under the peach blossoms for a reincarnation, but no one returns. That day under the peach tree, there was an empty promise, an empty promise—— "The peach blossoms are blooming, and you haven't come yet..." Who was the cinnabar in whose heart? Whose tears dried up whose years? Destiny has long been entangled in a fatal knot inadvertently. Love and hate turn into madness, one lies drunkenly beside the River of Forgetfulness, the other drinks alone in front of the end of the world, and the other becomes a devil with one thought. How can the lost be broken into a circle? He said, "If I had the chance to do it again, I would trade my life for yours." He said, "I have never failed you." He said, "You owe me this!" Is there a kind of love, in heaven and on earth, like the blue sky and the underworld? Is there a kind of love that has a broad relationship between life and death, and the vicissitudes of life? In this life, who will spend time with her, who will promise her three thousand silk, who will give her a sentence: I will not grow old unless you come. As time goes by, love never ends!