In the past life and this life, too many worries were wiped out in an instant, and there was too much helplessness at the bridge of Wangxiang. Will a bowl of Meng Po soup finally wash away the unbearable memories, or will it bitterly embed the dependence of flesh and blood?
Whose tears moistened the gloomy land, and whose longing turned into bleak fallen leaves that bloomed in the season.
If I had that bowl of Meng Po soup, would I feel less lonely, less afraid, and less tormented?
The fate of my past life and this life, I don't know whether you entered my dream, or I entered your desolate dream in an unknown place.
Everything is like a mirror, and I am hiding on the other side of the transparency, watching all the turmoil with a cold eye. But when I look back, I suddenly realize that I am here, and you are lost in other people's memories.
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