The fog is lost in the tower, and the moon is lost in the fog. There is no trace of past and present lives.
All living beings suffer. Buddha said: Don't cross.
Canglan said: If the Buddha does not relieve the suffering of all living beings, what does all living beings have to do with me? All living beings are nothing but ants, but you are the moon in the sky! I don't save sentient beings, I only save you!
Gratitudes and grudges in the world, open or covert, the past is like smoke.
The rivers and lakes are dangerous, people's hearts are black and white, and they know whether they are warm or cold.
In the turmoil of the world, it is rare to be free from responsibilities.
The rivers and lakes are quiet, the wind and flowers chase the snow and the moon, and the years are rippled.
The rivers and lakes are like a dream, and one will eventually wake up from the dream, and return to the dream at midnight.
Flying fog and clouds and calamity prophecy: The sword cuts through the floating clouds, and the blade reflects the bright moonlight. The sword energy rushes into the stars, and the blade illuminates the sun. Draw your sword to cut through the clouds, cut through the wind and cut through the bright moon and clear sky; wave your sword to cut off thoughts, feelings, and dreams of the past.
All the darkness is left to the past. From the moment I met you, the winter is gone and the stars are ever bright.
Intention: to show the love and hatred in the world and the fateful bond.