In ancient times, there was a blood osmanthus. If you eat its flowers, you can live forever. If you drink its juice, you can revive the dead.
I gave everything I had to you, and everyone in the world said I was stupid and stupid, but I was the only one who was willing to do it.
I have gone through thousands of hardships for you, just to meet you again.
Now that I stand in front of you, can you still recognize me?
Is our past love a burden to you or a renewed joy?
Do you love the soul or the skin?
Concept: Same skin, different people
