People are like dust, wherever they fall they will be there.
The blacksmith survived the troubled times by the fire, the singer sang the unattainable dream by the Yangtze River, the Taoist priest wanted to escape the world but was approached by the war, and the watchman knocked silently on the night of the country's subjugation...
Everyone is working hard to live, and life is not easy for everyone.
Some people got through it, some people didn't get through it. Some people struggled desperately, while others drifted with the tide. Some people want everything, and some people do nothing.
But dust is still dust, and it will disperse when the wind blows. The next gust of wind came and fell to another place.
Living is just that.
