I noticed a quiet road and tried to leave some traces for the future, but it may be difficult to return from this trip. Yesterday's road seemed to have no road at all. I couldn't remember or know what I was walking on, but there were some memories that were fresh, bright, radiant, and lifelike, which seemed to remind me.
Intention: A trace of longing, a trace of nostalgia. In the past, I asked all sentient beings where they came from. This is what I should do.