I remember when I climbed to the top regardless of the situation and saw this small temple by accident, I wished I could have hurriedly took the man's hand, kowtowed my head and cut my heart to show him in the small temple. Now that the breeze and the bright moon are lingering around my heart, it seems that I am reluctant to give up even a sigh.
Things are different and people are not the same.
Intention: Things are the same and people are not the same.