I am not a born savior, and meeting you is not by chance. I lost my parents and my home, but I am afraid of losing you again...
It turns out that you have been my memory for three generations.
If I am not a demon and you are not an immortal in the next life, will we still meet?
Wait, wait until the sea turns into mulberry fields and the tears dry up, maybe she will come back.
I don't know how many times I have dreamed of you, how many times I have cried secretly. I only know that one day I will see you, and then you will show me the alfalfa flowers all over the mountains and the falling snow in the sky.
Fool, I lied to you. How could the puppet blossom? I did this just to be afraid that you would forget me!