Tokyo was prosperous in the Song Dynasty in the mist and rain, Chang'an was glazed in the Tang Dynasty, the jade flute in the river was quietly heard in the empty valley, the mountains and rivers were in the mountains, how could it be difficult to endure the eternal storms? It was not a dream, it was just the reality that was far away...
I took the mystery of the Immortal Tomb with me and traveled through thousands of years. In only 30 years, I lived through three lives. Is it the broken silk thread or the broken thread of love... I forgot... But who opened my memory again? Did I fall in love with a mortal, or his past life? What virtue do I have to let three men grieve for me?
Three steps are redundant. I only needed to take two steps to gain peace for myself and others, but I took the third step firmly... Even if it was ashes, because a man told me that he would not let me suffer anymore, but I couldn't watch him suffer.
So that's what it is... The ending is not important anymore, what's important is that I understand... Love can be very simple