Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds.
She was originally a hibiscus lotus dedicated to cultivating immortality, but she was trapped in emotions that were unavailable in the world. A life of ignorance, a life of persistence, a life of searching.
When all the dust settled, among the brilliant golden dust flying all over the sky,
Who is asking: Why don't you go back?
Who is answering: There are autumn mountains on the Huai River.