In the shackles of the soul and deep in the memory, only those eyes seemed to see through the world, but also seemed to hate something. The expression of hatred even though they were dead intertwined with the lonely snowland to form a desolate and desolate scene.
In the reincarnation of red and white, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva enters hell to save the world from suffering. Three thousand good deeds, three thousand catastrophes, three thousand worlds, and I am just the dust in this world, a dog under His sect.
When you live, you die, when you die, you live.