The battle between correct solution and setting, the erosion of illusion and reality, the discrepancy between imagination and action.
Looking into the mirror, after a long time, I will not be able to distinguish between you and me.
In the square circle, in the abbot's room, I don't want to be reborn in Nirvana, I just want peace in the world.
When your bone wings unfold, will the memory return?
Intention: