Sad and sorrowful when we are separated in life, happy and joyful when we die together. Life is like a dream or an illusion, the morning is like morning dew and the evening is like clouds. All living beings are obsessed with thousands of illusions, and they will never regret being trapped in the world of mortals. On the road to the end of the world in the rolling world, two lines of clear tears accompany me. Once the heart breaks, the tears dry up, leaving only a pile of dirt in the wasteland.
Her arrival may be an accident, or it may be destiny, but what's the harm? As long as you are happy