The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind is blowing, the clouds are rising, and the wilderness is moving. The grass and trees are rustling, the mountains and rivers are covered with flowers, the birds are resting in the forest, and the beasts are hiding in the mountains. Where will you go?
The road is long, and my heart is panicked. I am buried in winter and killed in autumn, and my beauty turns into withered bones. The world is cold and warm, my words are like knives, my eyes are like daggers, people are flocking to them, what is your plan?
My body is slight, I am always in a state of mourning, old things from the past are whispered in my ears. Dream ghosts linger around me, floating lights and shadows dance around me. At three o'clock at five o'clock, the dark candle smiles softly, what do you want?
Intention: