The erosion of the origin of God,
The arrival of the messengers of the gods.
In the middle of the night, the green mirror reflects the sound of clouds,
The bell breeze and the white snow bathe in the spring.
The bells are ringing and the rain is blowing away,
Looking up to the sky and forgetting about the earth, drink the autumn of the world.
The nine heavens fall, and Chen Yu's heart falls,
The cicadas chirp in the woods and the wind sings.
Are you young and don't know how to follow the world?
The frivolous floating alone Jiang Ling.
Above the nine heavens, stars rained down from the sky.
Under the sky, it's like white feathers falling down.
Bath in it and your mind will be reflected like a mirror.
The cicadas in the forest also stopped chirping.
Listen to the sound of the wind, roaring like the roar of a dragon.
Broken leaves all over the ground tell the story of its sorrow.
A young man walked quietly.
Sometimes I look at the sky, full of hope.
Sometimes I look at the ground and feel helpless.
Intention: To inspire some people, that is, to show some happy things to some autistic people or those who don't think clearly. Let them live a happier life.