In the prosperous world, there is a sea of clouds and mud, and you can see the magpie bridge crossing.
Life and death at the snap of a finger, several rounds of morning and evening, three twilights.
Flowers bloom and leaves fall, red and white, infatuation is hard to retain.
Leaves fall to make soil, flowers bloom in clusters, and there are countless tears.
However, at the bridge, Po Meng persuaded her to drink, and she would never look back for several lifetimes.
Weeping and laughing, the vicissitudes of life are followed by the underworld, and the sufferings are overcome by Buddha Zen.
Abi is in a state of despair, but the soul of the seven emotions is still there, so how can he wake up from the maze.
The sorrow of reincarnation is hard to be drunk in the dark world, and there is no way back.
Good times and dreams are broken, and I miss you and ask questions but never return.
An ancient heart-wrenching story.