All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream. It is like dew and electricity, so it should be viewed as such.
Looking for the old road in the yellow spring and blue sky,
Paper and ink serve as lamps for boat pens.
It's a long night of ignorance and it's hard to let go of old love,
I just lament the impermanence of the world,
Old friends are still there,
Willing to go against fate and change cause and effect in exchange for reunion.
But I don't know that the past has been settled, and the history is like iron.
It's always wrong a thousand times.
Motto: Staying in the past is not necessarily wrong, memories will last forever