The sun shines through the clouds, and the time is just right.
No need to look at the dusty road ahead,
Just feel it quietly,
Feel the tranquility of the meaningless bustle at this moment,
It brushes the ends of your hair,
Sneak into your body and merge into your mind,
It seemed to be saying something softly,
Its voice is too small, too quiet,
After trying hard to calm down, I finally heard its whisper:
Don't be afraid young man, I'm always here
Concept: Two male protagonists in modern spiritual cultivation