Summer has passed and autumn has passed, winter has passed and spring has returned. Fengqing, thousands of flowers in this world are blooming for you. In this world of mortals, thousands of creatures are walking with you. In the western sky, the moon was setting heavily, and another big dream came to an end. If I can see through the wind and moon here, can I break through this world of mortals and never enter reincarnation?
The dawn light breaks through the clouds thousands of miles away, and the tung flowers bloom. Who is sitting alone under the tung tree, holding the piano and singing? Fengqing, do you feel lonely when you are walking alone under this vast world of mortals? Do you feel cold in the deep blue sky? Your destiny star falls, my sky pillar falls. Beichen is in the sky, and tung flowers are raining on the ground.
Intention: The so-called life is nothing but the gathering and dispersion of conditions, the origin and destruction of conditions.