Why does the wind not move away and the rain is as continuous as silk? Why is it not trapped by the barren world?
Where does all the wind come from, where does all the rain come from, there are stars in the vast sea of people, is the self in the mirror real, and where is the future?
In fact, everyone has been bound by rules and regulations since birth, but some people are trapped in the mist, while others stand at the lofty pinnacle.
The future is in your own hands. There can be no smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there can be no snow in the north. People who really like it will still like it, but some people will leave.
The opinions of others may not be important, just be your free self.
Intention: freedom