A space that has never been illuminated by light, where silence is its main theme. As the world grows, it develops so slowly.
Suddenly, the light appears, standing behind that mysterious mirror, who is it?
What is the origin of that person that even God longs to see?
The weeping beast, the rotting cherry blossoms, the birds in nirvana, or the plants and trees that have never been seen before, which one is the concern that I travel across mountains and rivers to find.
And why am I here?
Why do I fall asleep, and why do I wake up--
That day by Huayan Pond, why did my dream come about?
It is easy to join the world, but difficult to leave it. Where should everything go?