Bodhi, a tree that does not exist, a person who has never existed, a dream that has not yet awakened. Are you and I the same, living and dying in the hustle and bustle of the world, falling and getting up in time, too late to forget your beauty, too late to forget, and then remember.
It is said that the four directions of heaven and earth are vertical and horizontal. Suddenly I remembered those brothers who fought and you who I loved.