"The flowers are blooming and the leaves are dying, and the leaves are growing and the flowers are withered." Po Meng shook her head, gently brushed her plain dress, stood up and handed a bowl of forgotten past to the dead soul who was about to cross the Naihe Bridge.
"It is also a calamity. It is endless and endless." I looked at the souls passing by intentionally or unintentionally, watching them shed tears, smile, persevere, and feel relieved. I have seen thousands of mortal emotions and countless fates, but I can't see him alone.
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