Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
The sea of flowers in the old days has withered away, leaving only a miserable platycodon flower, swaying in the wind.
He remembered that she had said, "A dream is when I still remember you after drinking the water of Wangchuan River."
So, he went up to the poor and fell into the underworld, no matter what, he wanted to find her, and he didn't want to be separated again, life or death.
Flowers bloom on the other side, but there are several reincarnations on the bridge.