The wind and moon at high places seem to have the power to confuse people's hearts, making people forget everything in the past and even their own identity. Some people choose to indulge in such wandering, while others cannot let go of reality.
But who can say that there is no deep swamp of ignorance in reality, or the gust of wind that ruffles a pool of spring water.
Everyone is talking to themselves. Whenever I feel that I have a clear understanding of you, I am pushed further to the river bank by the invisible door. On the water bank in the center, it is unclear whether it is the figure or the fog that confuses my eyes.
Purpose: We live in the Rashomon of all things in life, how can we find the truth?