After going through so many hardships, it turned out to be just to laugh at a fateful arrangement.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
By the time I understood everything, you were no longer with me.
At this end of the red line is the master in this monk's body.
At the other end of the red line is a vixen who does all kinds of evil.
In the middle of the red line is a soul that has traveled through time.
Who is whose?
Who are you? Who is he? Who am I?
We are all just pawns of destiny in this mortal world.
When love really happens, we are powerless.