Five young people entered the rivers and lakes together and vowed to stay together year after year.
They exchanged flesh and blood for prosperity and peace, and they exchanged sincerity for the turbidity of the world.
No betrayal, no antagonism, no fault.
Only the mountains and rivers are safe, and all the old friends are dead.
In the final flourishing world, there are thousands of lights,
I sit alone on an empty mountain, and for the rest of my life I remember only the old people in the hall.
Intention: None