There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: If love is not heavy, Shapo will not be born. Sha Po is the world of mortals. After a hundred years, I hope I will be reincarnated as Sha Po, go through the calamity of love, devote my body and mind, and shed all the tears of love in that life.
Text: She seemed to have forgotten something, something. I forgot that on the Three Rivers, he and she crossed the river hand in hand, looking at each other in pairs, with a deep love that could not accommodate the slightest bit of others. Forgot that he and she swore to each other that they would continue their relationship in the next life, tearing her heart apart piece by piece.
Yeah, what did I forget?