A "Liao Zhai" flickers in and out of the mists of time, but if you blow away the dust of legends above, will there really be so many people who are in love with monsters and blame women for being obsessed with men?
I still remember when we first met
Lingering and dependent on each other
Each other vows to never move
But now
Your heart is like the moon
Cloudy and sunny, north, south, east and west
Regret that we had known each other before
No wonder people say, "If life is just like the first meeting..."