I, the Winemaker, Make Soup in the Underworld

My husband died in battle, and I died in love and became Mother Meng. But he found that he drank the soup willingly and forgot himself. I smashed the cold soup of hell, using love as a guide and obsession as firewood. Make a bowl of "heart-warming soup" for the soul of obsession, which can help others and yourself. Until the underworld is reformed for me, and the flowers bloom for me on the other shore. I just knew that I was the first tear of love in ancient times. "My name is Meng Po. I use this candle of red dust to comfort you all the way."