Myth[yang Jian's Colleagues] the Deceased Is Like a Man

The green grass is dotted with morning dew, and is so green that it's lovable. At the foot of the mountain surrounded by green forests in Daishan Mountain, smoke from someone's kitchen is curling up. By the Luoshui Lake, the scenery is as beautiful as yesterday, but the people there have gone, only increasing the loneliness. The water drops in the palm of my hand feel cool and refreshing. For thousands of years, he was the only one who still remembered this feeling. The broken hair on the temples fell down, covering up the slight sigh in my heart. In the reflection under the ripples, there is a blue water halo swaying slightly. Who should I tell this desolation of being alone in this world... Intention: