"Yellow Spring Inn"
Author: Lin Yin Yuye
Suddenly I saw the gate of hell, and the road to the underworld was filled with miasma.
There is no inn far away on Huangquan Road. Who can I stay at tonight?
Being accompanied by lonely souls and wild ghosts on the road is better than being alone and miserable in the world.
The road ahead is far away and the other shore is visible, the flowers and leaves are intertwined, but ultimately there is no fruit.
The floating world is filthy and forgotten, but there is no sun or moon in front of the bridge.
Looking at the wild sands of the hometown terrace, Meng Po drinks his old friend in the soup.
Whose name is engraved in the past and present lives, and the three lives of the stone are written off in one stroke.
If you want to think about the past in the next life, you will never stop using the heartbroken grass until you die.
When the wind and sand turned back, I was surprised to see the will-o'-the-wisp towering over the tall building.
Who knows that there is no inn in the underworld? Stay in the underworld and continue your relationship.
The first luthier x eunuch
The second generation merchant x the waiter
Three generations...
Intention: Even if we are destined to be together, we cannot stop our infatuation.