The Ageless Rivers and Mountains, Flowing Forever

After parting that day, the boy was no longer a boy. He never lived to see his parents pass away, nor to see his children and grandchildren gather around him. He was simply gone.

Before he closed his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking, not even he himself.

When he opened his eyes once more, the land had changed, and the wheel of time was rolling swiftly backward. Everything had returned to how it used to be.

He understood that the tide of history could not be turned. All he had left was the thought of going home.

A mayfly cannot shake a tree: against the vastness of heaven and earth, life is fleeting and strength is small.