I once sat in front of the mountain with the setting sun, waiting for his ten reincarnations.
The thin figure shows its self-pity in the autumn water. You must pity me and I pity you.
I have wasted so many years and so many entanglements. It is better to forget each other and say goodbye.
Once the east wind breaks, there is no turning back. Broken flowers are everywhere, leaving only space for joy.
After all, I am just a passer-by, unable to stay in your world for a moment.
[The sadistic article about the immortal palace and the ten lives and deaths is divided into ten volumes.