The wind blows like the rippling water of the passing years. Your face and your smile sway in my heart and become my lifelong nostalgia.
I am just a little ghost who hands a bowl of Meng Po soup to the ghosts coming and going by the Nai He Bridge. Meng Po is too old and has retired, and I take up this responsibility without hesitation, just because I don't want to forget her in reincarnation...