Qingshu

If everything beneath heaven and earth falls into silence, and all things in the world turn to dust, then if it is wrong to forget the past that cannot be forgotten, what is it to meet you, whom I should never have met? Countless ages pass, and heaven and earth are no more. Time flows on, and faces grow old. What one awaits is not always love, but that sincerity is real all the same. Yin and yang reverse, and the universe turns through its cycles. After a hundred lifetimes, all turns to dust. A thousand years of bitter waiting, all for the flower to bloom. A fated love returns to a past life. Grudges remain unresolved, and the Dao transforms heaven and earth. If you ask about love and hatred, I would gladly stay by your side in the next life.