On the banks of the Forgotten River, there is love between wood and stone; in the Hall of Yama, there are sad shadows and self-pity.
Searching and searching, the cuckoo cries blood; the world is reincarnated, and dreams are full of pleasure.
Precisely, since ancient times, there has been love and hate, and the vicissitudes of life.
Just let this, the love of three lives and three lives, become a dream to the end of the world.