There is a deep mountain ahead. There is a small courtyard in the mountain, and there is a person in the courtyard.
The man said that he did not own this courtyard. When he met this courtyard, the courtyard was there, but everything was as new, as if the owner had just built it and then abandoned it.
The man said that he came here to find the past life of his deceased friend.
But there is still a ray of wind in the mountains. The wisp of wind told her that your story is a flower blooming in the blood, and his story is a flower infiltrated with blood.
Don't believe him.
Intention: Maybe there is no past life, maybe we should grasp the current life