Old friends meet again, but they seem to be far apart.
The joy has not yet reached its peak, and the song of mourning has begun.
If I had known earlier that it would tie up people's hearts and destroy their hearts.
It is better not to see or understand, and all the past events are regarded as Hua Xu's dream.
The plain flute is full of resentment, and the cold night is bitter, don't ask how many close friends you can have.
All sentient beings suffer.
Purpose: If you don't believe that fate is determined by God, your life should be written by yourself.
