If you were given a bowl of Meng Po soup, would you choose to forget it?
Stepping onto the underworld,
Po Meng picked up the soup bowl.
Confusion is the sadness you feel after losing your love.
The world of mortals in the previous life fettered the years,
When I woke up, my hair was gray.
Do you wish,
Forget the past,
Or dress her up in front of the mirror?
The promise of the next life,
Her tranquility,
It is your lifelong attachment.
The hatred of the past,
You never let go until you drank Meng Po soup,
Po Meng just took back the soup bowl leisurely.
Smile, smile.
The past is just passing by as time goes by,
Why care about the absurdity of this world.