And in the human world, whoever you leave your story to will be wiped out; in the midst of talking and laughing, how many green hairs and drizzle silently make people look beautiful.
If I don't see it, my fleeting time will be scattered in the world. I can hear it, but I can hear the silence in the world.
This is a story about a man who becomes a monk and then lives in the world. Love, faith, betrayal, power, life and death, and destiny make his life miserable. But the story is natural for you, for me, and for the whole world. It is like a play related to everyone.
I don't know how long it took me to remember such a story, but I burst into tears the moment I wrote it.
Regardless of the beginning of the story, the dynasty of the story, or the crazy language of the story, I want the same thing as you: the emotion of the story.