People are like waves floating on the waves. The sea is vast, the sky is vast, the long rivers of time are exhausted, and the setting sun is empty smoke. How can this place return to a piece of sand? The so-called joy, sorrow, and parting are just like floating clouds.
There are no dazzling fairyland and illusory buildings here, nor are there magnificent rivers and lakes. There are only souls that truly live in our hearts and a consciousness that will never die until death.
Will the country of Pakistan, an ancient civilization that only appears in dreams without leaving any ruins, reappear in the afterglow of the doomsday?
Friendship, family and country, philosophy, emptiness
What is the last thought?
Will the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, the horseshoes of the Warring States and Spring and Autumn Period, and the gods of the prehistoric period be shattered in an instant? A girl in red from an unknown world, a carefree deaf man, a cold killer, and a mysterious wizard.
Is it possible to walk back through the snow when ice covers Changze?