The pen falls and the mountains and rivers wake up, and the ink pours across the dust and returns.
Thousands of years of snow and one night of candles have drawn the path of no return in this world.
Forgetting the river does not cross the infatuated guest, and it is difficult to eliminate the true thoughts of all things.
The wheel of cause and effect, there will eventually be someone waiting for you at the end of the snowy night.
Purpose: I wish you to paint a picture of the passing years, and the years will be peaceful and worry-free.