She sacrificed most of her spiritual power just to find the person she admired in this life;
He doesn't care about anything except her;
Three lifetimes of love, three lifetimes of ties, I don't know if it's destiny or calamity;
There are flowers but no leaves, and leaves but no flowers. Life after life, the flowers and leaves are intertwined. Looking back at the banks of the Forgotten River for three generations, the woman's eyebrows are three points more beautiful than those on the other side.
Love, hate, hatred, lingering dreams, the person you love most in this life, and the deep love in dreams in the next life are all played out on this river of forgetfulness.
The flowers on the other side are paved with fire, illuminating the road, and the Naihe Bridge has appeared on the Sichuan River. On the stone tablet with inscriptions on Sansheng, who would hate me for not sighing at the loneliness! I have mixed feelings about yesterday's events, which turned into ashes and filled with tears. The wind and clouds, the purple dream, and the dust have passed away, and I go to the rural terrace to look at the distance again.
But how do you know that in the end, you will not be able to escape your fate...