I can't quite remember when I embarked on the journey. The memory has become gray over time, making people lose the pleasure of turning over it. From the day I became conscious, I followed my thoughts and walked around rivers, lakes and seas, admired the moon, looked at flowers, saw the shattered imperial city that had endured the war for a long time, and also saw the golden drunkenness that had been restored to its original state after hundreds of years.
Things in the world generally go through reincarnation, creation, destruction, and re-creation, and human beings are always happy with it.
Intention: We are all passers-by in this mortal world
