[And in that dark abyss, is there really the light you are looking for?
Everyone in the world longs to stay out of the crazily spinning wheel of fate, and in the end every step will lead to the inevitable rut of fate.
The road to the truth is destined to pass through infinite iron thorns and endless darkness. Even with the difficulties, we still chant the ancient sighs loudly, believe devoutly and pray continuously. The silence is endless, and the mist lingering in the distance blocks the last dim light. We choose to turn a deaf ear to the ups and downs of the world, and then abandon the calmness of sorrow and joy. The empty dark night quietly brushed away the low sighs, allowing the bright red blood to spread wantonly into bewitching flowers under the naked feet. All remaining eternal sorrow is the only path to the end of time.
We will eventually understand that death is just a gap in eternity, and only by stepping through the thorns covered by the dark night can we get the clear dew of the dawn.