I have been walking alone in this vast world for more than three thousand years. The white snow, forests and deserts, glaciers, lakes and seas, all the stunning and magnificent scenery in this world have caught my eye and reached the bottom of my heart, but I can't remember that face three thousand years ago that was so hard to distinguish between love and hate. His voice, his appearance, his grace in the wind, his indifferent eyes... But... Who is he?
Who are you.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Now that the sword-eye holes all over my body have grown, my broken soul is about to be pieced together. Even if I never enter the reincarnation and wander alone in this world for thousands of years, it is better than being scorned and looked down upon by the world because of the delusion of asking for something but not getting it, and better than enduring the heart-wrenching pain of all the poisonous poisons that eat my bones. The way I am now is very good, with no happiness or sadness, everything is stable and calm, and nothing can make a ripple in my heart.
I will not remember you in the future. We will never meet again in the world, in the six realms, in heaven and on earth, and on the road to hell.