Everything in the world must have a beginning and an end, and those obsessions that are unwilling to leave, unwilling to let go, will be let go, whether voluntarily or not. I don't know how long I have been in this world, and I don't know how I became what people say in the world. They have some misunderstandings about my identity and what I do. I have never been the silver-haired old lady they talk about, nor am I just making bowls of soup by the Naihe Bridge every day.
Intention: People say that Po Meng is an old man with white hair, but why can't she be a gorgeous and beautiful woman? She can also like to look around in this world.