The autumn clouds are scattered in the falling clouds, and I don't know my way back. I curl up and relax, and I am wandering about my fate. The yellow sand blocks the road. I am envious of the world. God does not let me. I have love and free family members. I am empty and stupid as before, and I am as white as my bones.
Intention: Love is like a beautiful flower tree, which cannot be retained in the world.