He went somewhere to visit his old friend, from the clouds to the snowy mountains, from the crowd to the grassland. The wind in the wilderness blows up the raindrops from the past life, rolling up the old clothes; the rainbow in the corner of the eye brings back memories of the end of the world, and finally a new soul. He once said that there is a mountain god here, but he has never heard of the universal salvation of sentient beings. Gods, birds; dreams, traces; sometimes resting on the stars, sometimes the sky flows in the river. I was born and died for you, I will never recover for you, I will walk with you in life and death
Purpose: Patients with social anxiety please do not hook up with children