There is no end to the sea of suffering, and he has suffering within suffering.
There is no shore in the sea of desire, and they have desires within desires.
The sea of love is endless, and the love is trapped and the heart is tired.
There is no god in the sea of stocks, a plan within a plan within a plan.
Intersections in life are called encounters.
No matter where we meet in life, we are all passers-by.
The dust that dust encounters in its drifting is all passing by.
The precipitation lying next to the dust is your eternal companionship.
Is it a pity that we have missed each other ten thousand times?
Who is not stirred by the intertwining of □?
He and them...
Them and them...
His story——
Their stories——
Him and them, them and their stories——
The stories people see and want to see——