Perhaps everyone is just a speck of dust in the world. Seeing everything around us constantly changing, it seems that there is nothing we can do. Sometimes we can't do anything.
We will grow up, get old, get sick, and come to an end... The unknown is scary, and the past is sad.
As spring passes and autumn comes, everything becomes an illusion. What is the meaning of life?
If suffering can sublimate a person's soul, then why do we work so hard to pursue happiness?
May everything be well, we are the children of this land.
Intention: An ordinary person's self-salvation