We are walking in the floating world, with all kinds of revolving lanterns hanging in front of us, there are phantoms behind us that we want to catch, and the bubbles above our heads that we want to keep and move forward with us.
The misty dust and us chanting together pay homage to the past and future, nothingness and reality.
The sky is full of homeless souls. They are the lost selves, but we dare not call them back to the earthly body. We just hide in the light of the house and sigh.
What you have and what you hope for compose the fate of the world.