Thousands of years have passed, so many vicissitudes.
How many people can endure it depends on their fate.
I use my pen as a guide, but my words have been false for half my life.
I turn the ink into a soul, and the book reincarnates the past.
At the beginning of the lanterns, there are visitors. Tell me your story and I will fulfill your long-cherished wish.
I am Xin Hunhun, I am waiting for you in Bimoshanhe.