A horse in a crack, a fire in a stone, a body in a dream
What is fantasy? What is reality?
Things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns. Looking up at the sky full of twinkling stars, who in the world does not envy me? There are immortals who are free and happy. Time creates us, or do we reflect time? What is logic? What is reality? What is illusion? It is sent to heaven and earth and is infinite, a drop in the vast sea, the world
Everyone is just a dream of a mayfly...
And at the end of time, where will the fire of human civilization, the birth and death of the earth, the starry sky, and the universe be?
