It is said that when life is done, we need to cut off the cause and effect of love in the previous life, and lead by two emissaries of black and white impermanence, then we can enter into reincarnation. But remember in the heart, engraved in the bone of infatuation, how easy to give up. When love has experienced the washing of time, what is left is still flawless love, or the wreckage full of holes?