Wild grass under the moon, thousands of years of loneliness.
Heaven and earth, all-encompassing.
Humans and ghosts are neither human nor ghost, only two souls and one soul.
But there was still no room for her alone.
True and false, right and wrong, right and wrong are nothing but quicksand between fingers. In the end, she was the one holding the umbrella alone, and walked the long road in the world of mortals.
Taste the love of this world alone.