There is a bird in the world that has no legs and can only fly non-stop until it dies.
There is a kind of person in the world who is destined to be lonely and wandering.
The heart that wants to fly will never die.
A pot of turbid wine, a few pieces of cloth, walking around the world, no ties, no nostalgia.
I also wanted to find a place to rest and take a rest.
I also wanted to find a warm harbor and stop wandering.
So, I can only look up at the sky, the sky that contains everything.
My destiny is up to me.
Zhang San is such a person.