The moon hangs quietly in the dark curtain, washing away a quiet world.
The shadows of the trees are dancing in the mirror water.
You closed your eyes slightly and remained silent, a faint smile gathering at the corner of your mouth.
There is a dry river in my heart, quietly flowing with white sand.
The passage of time is mottled, light and shadow are wandering, and the mirror image of the past is shattered in the desolate rocks, no trace left.
The world is in chaos, and we forget how much prosperity there is. The wind dries up the blood and tears, annihilates the memory, and fades away the pain, heaviness and sadness accumulated in the heart.
The expectations, the pursuits, the possessions...
At the moment when the mirror image shattered, it was foggy and blurry. I don't know whether it was because my tears were hazy, or because the world was already chaotic, and I just wanted to find a clear abyss to pay homage to nothingness.
--Feng Bi Mo Yu