The man was holding an umbrella in the rain. In the smoke and rain on the balcony, he looked at the sunrise in the east on the other side, which was white...
She finally closed her eyes and fell asleep, listening to the ripples of silent melody in the empty valley and deep forest...
Promises cannot be spoken, contracts cannot be fulfilled, even if they are connected with the three living spiritual stones, they will never be able to withstand the endless water of the River of Forgetfulness and will always fade away.
He said - He De cried...
She smiled - why did you blame me?
Eviscerate the bones and return them to the father; wash the common people with tears.
Will I be able to see your face again in the next life or reincarnation?