Wandering and Ruoxu

Is it a moment of meditation or an endless cycle of reincarnation for thousands of years? Who is who? Who cares about right and wrong? What the heart desires, dreams only weave. Between heaven and earth, in reincarnation, people and things are in a hurry. When the prosperity has faded away and dust has filled the ground, the solitary figure and silent sigh commemorate this excerpt of human drama. How many places does a ghost return? Where is home? I just look back in confusion. . . (The female protagonist in this article is gradually becoming stronger. There is no male protagonist for the time being. If you don't like it, don't enter.)