After Qiao Yue woke up, she forgot life and death, love and hate.
The wind and snow are still there, and my head is filled with sadness
Wandering between yin and yang, the immortal soul-walker is struggling between remembering and forgetting.
The so-called love is nothing more than you weaving brocade on this shore and me playing the flute on the other shore. No matter the past life or the subsequent life, or farewell, after all, you are the only one who is willing to guard this half of my love.
"What should you do if I abandon you too?"
Qiao Yue smiled: "If it were someone else, it would be nothing more than a bowl of Meng Po soup with worries. If it were you, Zhe Farewell, I will never pester you, and I will never forget you, so for the rest of your life, just make do with me."
Where love wanders beyond yin and yang will go depends on the explanation.