With the death of Chen Chen, the three realms are gone, the three souls are scattered, the flowers on the other side bloom, the river of forgetfulness never returns, but I only wait for one person to return. A piece of music falls on the string, and you indulge in it for three lifetimes. When the music ends, everyone disperses. One person is the underworld and the other person is the god. I don't know where the love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper.
Intention: True love can never be broken