In my dream, I didn't know where I came from, and mistakenly thought that the end of the world was the beginning. Now I am leisurely watching the ups and downs of the world, and I sigh that I am young and don't know how to hesitate.
She wanted to transform her into a Buddha, but he transformed her into a demon. At the beginning of reincarnation, who was the poison in someone's heart, who was the tears in someone's eyes.
In the journey of a thousand lives, fate reciprocates. She doesn't know that he has no intention of it, and he doesn't know that her love has been paid.
She traveled through the world and said it was a calamity, but she didn't know where this business was? He searched for him for several years, thinking he could live forever, but he got drunk with someone and engraved him into his bones.
If it is wrong to hate and visit demons, why should we let the past pass by?