In the first life, we were masters and slaves. He controlled my life and death, but I fell because of the tenderness and reluctance of his last glance. However, by the bridge, I knocked over the bowl of soup in Po Meng's hand. I was reborn at the cost of twenty years of life, and only one tender and eternal moment of his was preserved.
In the second life, I was just a fool who was tired and toiled by life but couldn't escape my fate. He was a Rakshasa whose hands were stained with darkness. A fool and a madman, we made a pot of wine and stumbled together, and finally faced each other's love for eternity, but saw his life passing away in his arms, and he was alone for the rest of his life. In the deep palace of the underworld, I have secretly coveted the memories of this life, but I have lost my sense of taste as a sacrifice.
In the third life, he met him again. He was no longer bound by suffering, and he was as clean as before, but he didn't realize that the old person had arrived. Finally, he was looking forward to being together in love, but he lost his sense of taste, but he couldn't taste the sweet and glutinous taste of his lover's bowl of porridge, and tears filled his eyes.
I was your slave in my previous life, and I have searched for you hundreds of times in this life.
In this life you accept me as your Lord, and in the next life I promise you happiness and worry-free.
Diary of a madman, the love of a fool, year after year, year after year, I look forward to it.
Two diaries and one love, a lifetime of dreams.
Life and death
by Mao Hai