It turns out that the so-called human world is just a huge disillusionment, and fate controls all the dramas of love, hate, and hatred. One day, looking back on what happened at that time, it feels ridiculous.
Among the six realms, isn't this true for demons, demons, immortals, demons, gods, humans, and ghosts? The blue waters of the Yellow Spring fall, and all dharmas become extinct. Have you ever seen that everything moves towards its final destruction in time?
I am just a speck of dust in the vast world, and will eventually be lost in the long river of time.