When the prosperous age comes to an end and the prosperity fades away, how can we smile and watch the lingering light of the west wind?
When the sky collapses and the earth collapses, and all the gods are wiped out, where will they go?
All kinds of calculations and all kinds of demands, but in the end they are like flowers in the moon mirror in the water.
In the three thousand worlds, the only things that cannot be blown away or erased are those dream-like legends.
When the dust has settled and the building is empty, there are still some recitations left by future generations.