In the first life, he was a god and they were monsters, causing harm to all living beings; in the second life, they were humans in the same world and fell into endless entanglements with no good results; in the third life, everything seemed to be calm, but ripples often appeared.
Whenever the wind blows and the trees move, I seem to see the most beautiful feelings in the world. No matter how long a person lives, he will still be alone. If two people embrace each other for just a moment, they will have a whole new world.
I came from the wind, and I will eventually go with the wind, but I have no regrets, just because this is my own choice.
The breeze floats, the rain falls on the clear water, the thin willows hang low, the poplars drift with snow, and the camphor has no tears. I will pray for you for half my life, and fight for you for half my life. Dissipated, dimmed, living up to my infatuation, I will never forget you.