Fate is owed in a previous life, and after encountering it, it is because it does not owe you much, pay it off, and leave...
Where there is, there are people who fall
All passers-by, not returned
What a blessing to meet a good person
How sad, how cool
The soul returns, the ferryman
Like a flowing year, a remnant of the shadow
Since then, the years have been quiet, you and I are strangers, a glimpse of the honghong, each is well, and the red dust reincarnation does not need to be calculated.