Journey Across the Bridge of Helplessness

There's a kind of grass? Forget-Me-Not Grass. A kind of flower? The Flower of the Other Shore. A bowl of soup? Meng Po's Soup. A bridge? The Bridge of Helplessness. I've brushed past the Forget-Me-Not Grass, picked the Flower of the Other Shore, and crossed the Bridge of Helplessness. I've endured too many things I couldn't bear to let go of. Give me a bowl of Meng Po's Soup. I want to forget all the weariness of life.