The Buddha Said That There Is No Attachment or Hindrance, but I Understand It as Dust.

Although I am alone in this world, I will never refuse A pair of eyes that appreciate his silent temperament. Because autumn and winter begin, we do not develop the brushstrokes of spring and summer. But the birth and death of all things are the same. One year old and another flourishes. Every year is prosperous. How hasty the intersection and succession are?