Traveling through the vast rivers and lakes, confused and with no way back.
Slowly, all living beings are driven away, where can I find peace in my heart?
Looking back at the sky, the vicissitudes of life are desolate.
Whoever laments the bitterness of the world of mortals forgets the way we came.
——Cang Xiaolang's "The Wandering Rivers and Lakes"
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