The poem says: "The time is short when the white horse passes by, and all the passing lights of the four seasons are silent."
The human world also seems empty and illusory, and every emotion and thought is traveling in heaven. "
The boundaries between dreams and reality, past and present, seem to have long been blurred.
When the logic of cause and effect goes awry, when the fateful showdown becomes a joke.
Where should we go from here?
When the sky is short, it is easy to calm down, but when people's hearts are unpredictable, it is difficult to predict.
When the snipe and the clam are fighting, do you ever expect that the fisherman will gain?
The poem says: "Everything is like a dream and I am like a chess piece. Even if I am a pawn, I can defeat the enemy."
Puppetry is not content with puppet play, but if chess comes together, mountains can be moved. "
Deduction is not acting, it is the recollection of truth.
Brokenness... Conformity... It's time to end...
Clear the turbidity of dust with the original pulse.
The butterfly effect is the biggest killer.
The four seasons, the twenty-four solar terms, the sixty-four hexagrams, heaven and earth, are all in the gaps of time.
