Is the end of the road still a road, and the end of the road still a road?
I follow the breeze and drift away, and return when the fog clears.
He is impoverished, but his sleeves are filled with the breeze blowing in the willows!
When I return, I will still be a young man, and I will kill all the demons of Dracula.
Looking back in time and space, one sword lasts forever. The blue falls in the yellow spring, and the mysterious green spirit rises.
Drink all the mountains and rivers in one drink, drink a thousand cups, and you will eventually return to everything when you wake up.
Good. Super good!