One butterfly, two people, one kite, one fate.
After hundreds of millions of lives, it's time to part ways. Just like the day we first met, we just walked past each other and passed each other like ordinary passers-by.
However, it is a long-cherished wish.
Billions of lifetimes can be said to be long or short, it just depends on who is waiting beside them and thinking about them.
When the billions of lifetimes are complete, that is when your soul will return to the heaven after sealing away the dust. Don't think about it anymore.
Thinking about the desolation of hundreds of millions of generations, remembering the past is helpless;
Naihe Bridge, who can you win over? Just a bowl of Meng Po soup;
Who can seal the fate with whom?
Thinking about the desolation of hundreds of millions of generations, remembering the past is helpless;
Naihe Bridge, who can you win over? Just a bowl of Meng Po soup;
Who can seal the fate with whom?
Just like that, for no reason, dripping into the mortal world, in exchange for the fetters of hundreds of millions of lives.
Recalling the past for billions of lives, reminiscing about the past for billions of lives, when we are tired, we end it.
I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart until we grow old together.