Typhoons pass through and hurricanes bring rain.
She ran to this point, disappearing and sinking anchor, with huge waves crashing on the shore behind her, mist filling her eyes, and the flags becoming silhouettes in the dusk.
The coastline he generously provided intersected with her occasional fragility, providing a natural haven for her as a voyager.
The sun rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes.
Her winds and cranes trembled, and the grass and trees were all soldiers. In the end, the fields were filled with murderers, and the temples fell into ruins.
From then on, the clouds and mist rolled over the sea cliff, and the time became dark and unclear.
Intention: Heaven and earth travel against each other, never fear to say goodbye.
