The bond between life and death is broad, and I have said it to my son. I will hold my son's hand and grow old together with my son. When we first met him, he was unparalleled in elegance, aloof and hateful; he was absurd and unruly, drunk and dying.
The fate is so strange that it's hard to stop missing each other.
The green buildings are high, the blue clouds are long, and the rivers are continuous. I have to say goodbye to you after thousands of miles.
He said, Mu Yunsheng, you heard it, this will be our ending.
He said we must say goodbye eventually.
Another thousand cups of sake passed through the intestines and into the abdomen, bringing with it a lingering bitterness.
This life is a journey. He has given him ten long years, and he should have waved goodbye long ago. How much attachment, greed and delusion are just a nightmare. When you wake up, you will forget it no matter how unforgettable it is.
He came before and brought a firework.
This is enough.