A story about waiting for three lives and three lives. I have been waiting for you for three lives. Will you allow me one life? It's not that I don't love, it's that I can't love. Who will remember it?
Many years ago, by the Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River, a woman in red made a wish under the Three Lives Stone: I am willing to exchange three lives for a lifetime of love with you.
Sometimes we feel that the so-called past and present lives may be just a deceptive game. Every day we have to wait for reincarnation and rebirth. At the end of the song, people disperse, flowers fall and flowers bloom, and one day it will finally come to an end. Those people or things that are engraved in memory will eventually be forgotten as time goes by. No one will doubt the waiting for three generations, but what will be obtained in return for the waiting for three generations? I and you, you and me, me and you, entangled, will there be any results? Is it true as that sentence says, only until the day when the flowers bloom on the other side can I and you be together, or in the end, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.
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