When life forces us to separate, when we try our best to break free and only end up with scars, how can we believe that true love is fearless again? When you brave the world and fight to the death to stay together, but everything turns out to be completely different, how can you get inner salvation?
In this world, there are so many joys and sorrows, but they are nothing more than four kinds of suffering: resentment and separation, not being able to love, not being able to seek, and not being able to let go.
Without saying a word, I am looking for the past. The breeze frequently moves the curtains.