Falling into the mortal dream for no reason,
Get rid of three thousand troubles.
Because the three fruits of concentration are unknown,
The floating shadow of prosperity is worth becoming a poem.
I sat in front of the window and looked at the scenery outside the window. Fallen leaves were piled on the ground. People coming and going were only running on their way forward, ignoring the beautiful scenery along the way. Suddenly an inexplicable gust of wind blew, blowing the autumn leaves in front of me. I picked up the autumn leaves and looked at them carefully. They said that the leaves could not survive without the roots of the trees. The more I looked at them, the more beautiful they became. The intricate lines looked moving under the light.
I thought, maybe I would end my life like this fallen leaf, but I also thought, what would happen if I left you?