Those joys and sorrows, those loves and hates.
With respect for life on her back, she embarked on a journey with no return date.
The flames in the inkstone, the blooming plum blossoms, the Milky Way in the cave...
When the travel experience becomes just a small passerby in her long life.
Her existence gradually became a vague myth.
And she still walks between heaven and earth.
Quietly look at the stories that humans cannot see and those that humans can see.
Conception: