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I am a very ordinary girl, living a simple and carefree life. I have neither outstanding appearance nor high-level education. I have neither great wisdom nor great potential. She is a princess at home and a public figure when she goes out.

There is a kind of belated love that is bound to the real relationship. Traveling through time and space to plant a hope, there is no result but the love is profound. Even if you don't get it, you will have no regrets.

Buddha said: Six thoughts. This mysterious castle that appears out of nowhere is a concrete representation of the liberation of all living beings. However, the appearance of this nirvana of life and death is different in each person's personal behavior.

From immortal to human in three lifetimes of sadomasochism, no matter how much expectations you put in it, it will eventually be marked with emotional wounds. I was an immortal in my life, planted the roots of love in the peach garden, and traveled around the world together. It is hard to violate the law of heaven. Drink Meng Po soup and drink the most poisonous wine. The farthest distance is no more than the human heart, we can only meet in dreams. As a second generation person, he is obsessed with research, forgets his love, and cannot escape the barriers of fate. I have built up hatred for three lives and experienced all the eight hardships in life.

The flowers on the other side are blooming and I don't miss you. I forget the river and have no intention of returning to my hometown. Drunk life and dreaming, death and life again, the lonely shadow in the cold night. There are flowers in other houses to explain the meaning, but this one blooms alone. Day after day, year after year, spring and autumn year after year. The bloodthirsty ghost calls back old acquaintances, and looking back from the bridge writes tenderness. In the past life, we had no fate to grow old together, but in this life, we have fate but are separated from each other.

Be an optimistic fool during the day and be so busy that you forget yourself. I look so fragile under the night, using the darkness to release my inner loneliness. Will the obsession that has been stubborn for a long time collapse in a casual joke? Longing for a quiet land and a resting harbor, fold your wings for solo flight, and the sound of the howling wind will no longer be heard in your ears. My heart no longer hurts, and I am drifting in the sea of ​​innocence. Is your side a place where my soul can rest? I just want to lean on your shoulders and whisper that I am tired, and you will do the rest. May I?