On the other side, there are flowers growing on the other side. The flowers are for the sake of love. I hope they will never bloom again. I pray for a mouthful that will hurt my heart and bleed. I will personally taste what it is like for a mortal to ignore his own love and desire. I will return to this place one day and spend thousands of years cultivating to survive the evil spirits of resentment and resentment in the eighteen hells.
If you don't regret it, you won't live this calamity in vain.