I don't know when there was a coffin shop on Chang'an Street. The owner there was a strange woman dressed in white, accompanied by a boy wearing a red dress. People call her "Miss Ran", but they don't know her full name or where she comes from. They only know that the coffins she sells have this sentence engraved on them:
Naihe Bridge, the road is far away,
Three miles in one step, you can be free and easy;
Forgotten River, Thousand Years House,
What can you do if you don't recognize people's faces?