The Bright Moon Shines on the Clouds’ Return

After a thousand years of transmigration, love, hatred, and marriage, all the splendor eventually becomes a thing of the past. In the long river of time, everything is as insignificant as dust and as fragile as a bubble, ultimately amounting to nothing. As the saying goes, “All things in this world are but illusions; a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.”