Wedge:
The distant bells wash away the world, the sky collapses downward, and the dream ends.
I think of you putting sand into the jar. The fine sand flowing down is like the fate that is gradually approaching the end of the shear.
I think of your half-closed eyes, your long eyelashes like a black butterfly flapping its wings. Suddenly you looked back at me, your dark eyes reflecting my smiling face and the brightly lit world behind me. The lingering sandalwood blurs your gentle face. The sand is a bit silvery, as if mixed with stars that never set for thousands of years. Then you hung up the jar filled with sand and smiled at me, like the faint moonlight. You said that the peach is a big tree, lush and covering the sky. Its branches and leaves hold up the world and cast green light on us.
The bells ring one after another like waves, lapping at the other side of the world.
The first time was for the creation of the world.
The second time was for death.
The third time is for new life.
Songs washed the world and tore its body apart. The forests couldn't wait to swallow up all the cities. The sea covered its hands and shattered the fragile fortress of mankind. Finally, I see you again. The distant bells continued to echo, exaggerating the long and glorious time.
This bell is also what you gave me, the happy final sound
Intention: