Looking back for the last time on the Naihe Bridge, the last trace of nostalgia for the mortal world turned into two lines of clear tears on the pale cheeks. Tearing into Meng Po Tang, guarding the Sansheng Stone, past and present lives, multiple reincarnations appeared before my eyes, thousands of generations of ice, tens of thousands of years of loneliness, all returned to silence at that moment. No matter how we parted in the past life, no matter how we meet in this life, no matter how we meet again in the next life. Life is like a dream, full of twists and turns...
There is such a legend in the world that after death, people will go to a place called the underworld. According to the legend, after drinking Meng Po Soup, crossing the Wangchuan River, and seeing the flowers on the other side, all the right and wrong in the floating world have become the past in the blink of an eye. There is no way to recall it, and there is no need to recall it. Everything is just the cycle of fate.
She lives an ordinary life in this legendary place. Listen to other people's stories and see the joys and sorrows in the stories...
Listen, the wind is rising, who is it? Singing in a low voice...