Thousands of faces on the River of Forgetfulness, one glimpse of the human world. On the mulberry-picking street, in front of the wine-selling door, there are bustling pedestrians and passers-by. I have never met you, and you are a close friend for many years. Have you ever seen two similar faces? That moment of familiarity, that moment of strangeness. Who do you know? Who recognizes you? Where do people's faces come from? Whose hand carved it? Who is tracing? The workmanship of heaven is so great. It can be seen that in the underworld, the underworld, and the faceless tower, there are good things and evil things, and the heart is born from the sky. One drink and one peck, could it be a predestined decision.
Conception: