——So, in the end, there is no word about life or death. Day after day, morning and evening, moon and sunset, the years pass with prosperity and decay. The stars in the world are falling, the clouds are sparse, the breeze is gentle, the bamboos are shining, and the flowers are blooming. All things in the world are one and the same.
Nowadays, it is raining, the cold sound is silent, and the cold night wakes up to say goodbye. At dusk and the moon shines, the glow is as bright as before, and I still remember the thousands of trees that year.
Single article can be independent
Derived from the background of Sanyuan in the world