The ancestors of Peng died eight hundred years ago, and finally returned to the loess; the first emperor sought elixirs, but died in three generations; the magical tortoise has its lifespan, but it will eventually end; the soaring snake rides on the mist, and finally becomes ashes. Things in the world are short-term and uncertain, and those who go away seem like a dream. Looking at the world, there is no immortal person in the four seas.
The husband is the natural enemy and the reverse journey of all things. Time is like a passer-by for generations. And life is like a dream, how much joy is there?
I just want to tell a story, a story about a human being who looks at the mortal world with indifference but cannot escape from the secular world. He has a long life, he is beautiful, he is knowledgeable, he is wise, but he cannot escape the chaos of the world.
In this life, he has loved countless people. Men and women, demons and gods. Taste all the joys and sorrows of the world, and know all the ups and downs of life. However, in the end, the past turned into clouds and drifted away. Or he was left alone to continue this long journey.
Who says I'm not lonely...