Flowers on the other shore bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves are in opposite directions and will never see each other in the world.
A branch of flowers from the other shore, a handful of water from the Forgotten River, step into the world of hundreds of thousands of netherworlds; a bridge of Naihe, a bowl of Meng Po soup, from now on the body enters reincarnation.
We are separated by life and death, but we will never see each other again?
Life and death, love and hate, obsession and letting go, waiting and forgetfulness, which is black and white, right and wrong? Is letting go of love worth having again?
It's okay, I'll wait for you
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Purpose: Pursue what you love, even if it is impossible to recover, please don't give up.