"They say that this life is like the wind, but I don't believe that the wind has a direction. When I open my eyes again, it is still this river and this leaf boat. You can't cross what you want to cross if you cross others. Bodhisattva, if fate is written in a scroll, please tick off my name and restore their original moonlight and clear wind."
Intention: The dressing table is a daughter's mirror, and the policy is the policy to level the world.