Zhu Shizhi felt that he had made a huge loss. If he had known that he would die young, he should have eaten, drank, had fun, whored, gambled, and played, so that his life would not be considered wasted. How come I am devoted to the Tao and am free from desires? Alas, now she is trapped in this vast white realm, her soul is wandering, and she doesn't know when she will be able to feel happy...
Intention: Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dream, who can know the true and false?