Absurdity fills the paper among the dead leaves, and the wandering soul of the motherland is nowhere to be found.
The palace of heaven is dim and cold as water, and fools laugh at their nonsense. (This is an article written in a story novel and reprinted here. It doesn't matter if there are no readers)
Intention: In front of the hearts of people who are so close yet so far apart, all monsters and ghosts are just floating clouds.