A floating life, a dream, three reincarnations.
In this world, there are many dreams, and after waking up, it is painful to realize.
All things turned into nothingness.
On Huangquan Road, next to Naihe Bridge,
Meng Po soup was mixed with so many heart-breaking tears.
Knowing clearly that it should be forgotten, knowing clearly that it is a calamity,
He was obviously in pain, but he still said with a smile,
"I like you, how can I let you go!"