Painting Medium

Half of Meng Po soup, half of the remaining memories, Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror, what exactly have I forgotten? A fateful encounter, is there also a fateful marriage? A paintbrush, tightly held in your hand, paints for you silently. In this life, she prayed devoutly in front of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, "In this life, I just want to marry him." But in his heart, he begged the Buddha for a good match for another woman, "In this life, I just want to marry her." A song of mourning, tears in the empty city, white hair gone forever, black hair reborn, how should we interpret the word "love"?