Bishangyin

It was a world that did not belong to any era. It did not even belong to the third dimension. But it does exist, accompanied by the years of light relief. Someone chanted: The path is covered with green, the green bamboo is stained, the first flowers are clear and purple, the cranes and wild geese pass by The bird leaves its voice, its solitary song sings sadly across the lake. The leaves are gone, the flowers are falling, people cherish their loneliness, and the pavilions and corridors are all gone... What we describe is a legend that only belongs to it, a legend that only belongs to... Us. I am lonely in this world, who is lonely on the other side...?