In the bustling mortal world, amid a sea of people, two gaze across the Magpie Bridge.
In an instant, life and death turn, through countless dawns and dusks, at the crossroads of the afterlife.
Flowers bloom and leaves fall, red and white, but love cannot be held fast.
Leaves fall to earth, a few flowers bloom, and countless tears drift away.
At the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po urges them to drink, and lifetimes pass without a backward glance.
Laughter and tears, the vicissitudes of life, follow one another to the Yellow Springs. Even Buddhist wisdom cannot ease the suffering.
In the Avici Hell, spirits fall and the seven emotions linger. How can one find one's way back from this bewilderment?
Sorrowful reincarnation, the underworld too bleak for drunkenness, walking alone with no path home.
A beautiful dream ends, and longing is entrusted to a question for one who will not return.
An ancient-style tale of heartbreaking love.
I like it very much! Come on, Shu Huan!