Yesterday I looked at the rain outside the window at dawn. Today I have no thoughts about the world. I am confused and lonely. I cut off the blue water with a scoop, causing thousands of waves, and I was hurt. After walking a thousand miles, the wind and clouds have passed. The flowing water has no trace, the rotten trees have no spring, and they are reincarnated between heaven and earth. Walking alone, drifting away. Far away, It's far away. I touch it with my pen, skim it horizontally, lift it up, fold it down, and trace the vicissitudes of history for thousands of years. There is no way out. Bury flowers for flowers and tears, bury love for love and sorrow. No matter how difficult it is, it passes. Tonight, I wander among the paper leaves, ups and downs, thinking about who will stay for whom when I wake up tomorrow morning?