On the battlefield, the garrison soldiers are fighting, and the cold and pain are as if they are sleeping.
The shirt is made by hand, and you know where it will fall.
Deliberately add more lines, and the feelings will be more lingering.
This life has passed, and there is no destiny for the next life.
Intention: The journey of life is long and difficult, and the only way to know whether it is good or bad is by yourself.