The Fairy Mountain is filled with clouds and mist all the year round. When I was young, I traveled with my friends to drink in the wind and travel through the sea of clouds and streams, accompanying them day and night, enjoying leisure and worry-free life year after year.
Everyone picked up the small pieces of happiness in the mountains, thinking that the long and long road to immortality would always be stable and long-lasting.
The wind still blows through the old pavilion, the wine cup is empty, and the journey home is long. In the past, the laughter and laughter in the hall disappeared in the mountain wind, and the excitement was gone. Only the moonlight remained on the empty mountain. All the vivid past finally turned into silence and ashes.
Intention: Everything has an effect and a cause.