Reincarnation, Fate

The affectionate glance lasts for ten thousand years, and the endless reincarnations of love spread the years into a red carpet, witnessing our limits. The heartache is cherished for ten thousand years, and the vows should be farther than eternity. If it were not for the vicissitudes of life, how could true love emerge. She has no father or mother, but she still lives comfortably. She always smiles, even if God is unfair. Travel through time in a dream, and when you wake up, you will be born with the prophecy. Who is it, who is silently dominating everything. She smiled and sighed: Even traveling through time could not change her dilapidated body. When she saw him for the first time, she finally knew what it meant to see him for ten thousand years. This is fate.