There is such a kind of love that goes deep into the bone marrow,
It exists in the limbs and bones,
It fills every inch of skin.
In the face of this love,
Everything is so small, so unimportant.
Even if it's 'Meng Po Soup',
In the face of this divine love,
It will only become an ordinary bowl of soup.
Rendering it ineffective...
Intention: