People in this world are criticizing me, and I know that people still can't understand me after thousands of years. But the wonderful thing is, it happens that I don't need to be understood either.
I will never come back to Kunlun again. I just hope that when I see your retreating figure under the pear tree, you can look back again and ask me like you did back then: "What's the girl's name?"
Did history suggest me, or did I create history.