If you walk too much at night, you will eventually encounter ghosts. Hundreds of ghosts travel at night, leaving behind lingering resentments.
Why would you rather turn into a ghost to get your beloved back?
Why give up reincarnation but surrender to longing?
What can't be waited for, what can't be grasped, is always a flower in the mirror.
"The sky rises from the sky and turns into the common people." Who is sighing, and the cool cinnamon fragrance is touched by the fingertips?
I will bear the sorrow of this world on your behalf, so please rest in peace!