Fragrant Honey and Jade Lu Wen's Dream: I Don't Know That I Am a Guest

In my words, there are poems, wine, plain harp, butchery, and peace, but you are the only one. You will know only after you have been broken. The wandering is you, the Qingming is you, the killing is you, the refuge is also you, writing the world to you is the only way to make a living.