In the same way, when two thoughts disappear, I also ask about the setting sun, feeling sad and sad.
The sadness that arises in the dark has nothing to express, once I held the candle, I was alone facing the vicissitudes of life,
Sighing about the lingering dream, cherishing the old traces of the past, it turns cold in the blink of an eye,
The only reason to complain is that you are arrogant, have an unscrupulous heart, and everything is impermanent.