Peach blossoms and green beads, two threads floating in the three realms of gods, ghosts and humans, are destined to be destined to you in this life.
What would you like? Who are you looking for? As long as you come to this lonely and lonely place beside the mountain gorge and river. The hero sheds his power, and the beauty loses her beauty. No matter what the gods, no matter the ghosts, no matter what the humans, as long as they die for love, they can only be wandering souls, and they are not worthy of ascending to immortality.
A hundred thousand miles of beautiful mountains and rivers, eight thousand feet of red dust like smoke, nine layers of blue sky above, three feet of yellow spring below, rootless and drifting from life to life, just to protect your fragile heart that sleeps forever. I would like to ask, how can feelings be embarrassed, how can people be embarrassed, let alone a strand of silk.