Copywriting: I thought that by crossing the boundary between life and death, I could see through the fog that shrouded the short life, and see through the so-called essence of the world that the Master sought. However, what I really got was to watch you walking on the ferry of the River Styx for hundreds of years, silently accompanying you around the world, and then parting ways. Even if the dead and the living hug each other face to face, there is still a Styx River between them.