I have never truly lived. I died to live for others thousands of years ago, and now I still die to fulfill others. The only difference is the state of mind. For the tenderness I have never felt before, the slender, white and warm hands, I miss that dependence and attachment. I have lived for a long time, and I have even forgotten how long I lived. I have been lonely and lonely for thousands of years. I am a lone grass growing on a cliff in the cold night. The moment the moonlight falls on me, it is your arrival. Yue Lishang... Can you still remember a bluegrass after thousands of years? Her name is Wuyou.