I am willing to protect you for three lives, but there are demons everywhere, and cases within cases are confusing. When the clouds clear and the fog clears, there is a storm again, and you are in hell. Who can save you. The strong wind is blowing, the smoke is scattered, I cherish the smoke from the kitchen, it is fleeting, I sigh that life is short, I wish the world is here, cherish it, I urge people to leave, and forget it.