Forget Both Sides of the River

Where there is a river, there is no river, and there is a bridge, which connects the two sides of life and death. On the other side there are princes, generals, traffickers and pawns, foolish men and resentful women, love, hate, sorrow and fear. There is a road on this bank, named Huangquan Road; there is a tree at the intersection, called the Collar Tree; and there is a river under the tree, named Santu River. There is a gazebo on the river bank. On the Wangxiang Terrace by the Santu River, there is a woman making tea. She is waiting for someone... She waited for ninety thousand years, then asked Po Meng for a bowl of soup, walked across the Naihe Bridge, and went to the other side...