Flowers blooming on the shore lead to the soul, and the road to the underworld only sobs. There is nothing you can do at the bridge. Meng Po forgets her past in front of the soup. Don't ask about the three lives and three lives. I sigh on the stone of three lives. I am the mandala flower that blooms on the road to heaven. I received a drop of your heart's blood and became the poisonous flower that attracts souls and leads to hell. When I first met Jun, I didn't expect that it was the fate of thousands of years of cause and effect, the calamity of love planted in the wilderness. I betrayed your love in that life, you killed all my clan, and I became your soul under the sword. In this life, I forget about the past, and the roots of fantasy flowers are gone. I hope that the years will be peaceful and I can spend this life peacefully. In the end, I can't escape the catastrophe that I should have in my life. The flowers of the underworld and the demons of heaven are ultimately the playthings of fate, and they cannot escape or hide.