Turn the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on pale cheeks.

Don's tears turned into tears,

Zhu Shou Sansheng Stone,

Past lives,

Many cycles appear before us,

A thousand years of ice,

Ten thousand years of loneliness,

At that moment, everything was silent again.

But the parting of past lives,

How can I meet in this life?

How to meet again in the afterlife.

If you live like a dream, you will have a thousand twists and turns …