A sentence suddenly missed by an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in the first three lives, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can I leave in my previous life and meet in this life? Life is like a dream, a thousand times.