Qingsheng: Cut off three thousand love threads by yourself, and arbitrarily end your destiny in the world of mortals; from now on, you will not care about the common people, nor will you respect gods and Buddhas.
Kuangge: Suppress my soul, cut off my muscles and bones, cut off my cultivation, kill my arms... Now I am asking for your life, okay?
Intention: love parting, cannot ask for it, cannot let it go.