A World of Its Own

There is a world that serves as the resting place of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens. It is their underworld, a place where people forget who they are and live as slaves... Debts from a past life must be repaid in this one. People say immortals are wonderful, but who has ever seen an immortal who cannot die? The flowers bloom on the far shore, on the far shore. Can one find an answer before the Bridge of Helplessness? Beneath the Pavilion of Looking Home lies the River of Forgetfulness. Beside the Three Lives Stone, Granny Meng sells her soup. Nirvana and demons, demons in love with each other. A fleeting life is a dream, a dream wasted away. Though I die a hundred times, I will not drink Granny Meng's soup. Only so that in my next life, I will still be me.