Frost cliff. Bilingyuan. The birds are gone and the people are gone.
The mist soaked into the man's black clothes, and chilled his bones through the cool silk, but he didn't even frown. He only looked at the bottom of the unfathomable cliff and the dark valley covered by thick fog.
Bai Ze, it has been four hundred years. I have been looking for you in this world for four hundred years.
Everyone is wandering between life and death, and every soul has two sides. Many years later, in the stable world you bought with your life, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, wandering wanders, and stays together.
Intention: May you remain brave and kind and never harm someone in the name of love.