This is a battlefield where there is no winner or lose. Some people sacrifice their lives silently, but in the end they shed tears in their hearts. They are not born, but flowers bloom on the other side;
When he gained the whole world, what he lost was that person, the most beautiful years.
Looking back at the soul-stirring fleeting years, the entanglement of love, hate, and hatred, no matter how thrilling the process was, in the end it was just a dream of prosperity.
Just as it is said in the sutra, all conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like fog or lightning, and should be viewed as such.