I secretly glanced at you eons ago, and you have been in my heart since then. I am the god you look up to on the nine-sky Milky Way. In the mortal world, you are the person I love most.
Who would have known that a lifetime of infatuation would eventually lead to a broken heart and a broken heart. You became the person I least wanted to remember, and I became a wandering god in the mortal world.
Me: If there is an afterlife, I only wish that love will be short and love will be short, and I will sit on the top of Mount Sumeru for a long time, look at the floating clouds thousands of miles away, and neither hate nor love!
You: Don't even think about it!
Intention: Through thousands of lives, I will always love you