There are all living beings in the vast three realms.
Youth is like smoke, and a boy snaps his fingers.
The front is like water, and the past is like smoke.
I can't understand the love in the past, and I can't let go of the love in this life.
Who knows whose fate, who can clearly see whose ending...
At that time, the dream of the bright moon was far away, leaving only three thousand years to lose...
Look at the gods, immortals, dragons, humans, demons, devils and ghosts, and compose a distant and touching legend?