The sharks of the South China Sea wept at the moon, and their tears turned into pearls that were priceless.
One weeps, the white pearls are full of light, the other weeps, the blue pearls are watery.
The sadness and loneliness sometimes fade away, and the creeping grass is twined with bright lights.
The heart is like ashes, the love is extinguished, and the ink beads of three weeping are beginning to form.
The ink beads are filled with bloodthirsty blood, and thousands of sins are gathered into one body.
I don't care if my body is stained with blood, and I don't feel the coldness of the autumn wind and frost.
I ask you how can your heart be like a mirror, without desire or heart sinking?
Only on the day of transcendent nirvana can we abandon this broken body...
The old city in the south has gentle breeze, drizzle, clear water and weak willows. Everything seems to be so soft and gentle, so indifferent.
The new urban area in the south, high-rise buildings, streets, vehicles, and people. Everything looks so modern and prosperous.
Between the old city and the new city, there is a mysterious and deep alley, an ancient and quiet antique shop, and a charming shopkeeper...
Let's see how the bizarre stories are staged for everyone one by one, guided by the thirteen tears of the sharks; let's see how the darkness deep in the human heart entangles and conflicts with the beauty of the world.
Is it good or evil, right or wrong? In fact, everything depends on the human heart...