Three generations are intertwined, heaven is ruthless, and humanity is unjust. Just ask which one is right and which one is wrong. Dream memories turn around and worldly connections are wrong. Let me ask, how many people are willing to compete with heaven? Flowers bloom and fall, whose back appears in the dream? A flash in the pan, the undercurrent is moving forward, who is the chess piece? Who sets the chess game?
Plum blossoms were flying, and in a trance, I saw a person playing the piano under the tree.
He spent his whole life protecting him, and he spent his whole life searching for him.
The life chart rotates, one life, three lives and three lives.
On the road to three rivers, there is the Naihe Bridge and the Forgotten River.
Everything is the beginning, everything is the end.