The nameless clay sculpture watched the people coming and going in the dusk. All kinds of experiences were complicated, but they were all walking in front of the ruined temple at this moment. What did that man call this? Edge?
The Buddha statue has been obscured by the smoke for so long that I can't remember it clearly.
But it looked at the beggar who had been sitting in front of the door for many years, the children playing with the cat on the steps, the young men and women passing by, and the handsome scholars who knelt in front of him, all shrouded in the dim and warm sunlight of dusk.
It was suddenly certain.
Yes, this is fate.
Intention: The destiny you see is all determined by your own mind