The cycle of reincarnation goes by, and the scenery of thousands of years is like a fleeting time. A heavy snow trapped me here. I still remember that the sun was shining brightly that day. Through my fingers, I seemed to see heavy snow flying in the sky, falling in the depths of my soul. As long as you are willing, I will always be here and never leave.
Intention: This longing has passed through ten thousand years in the human world, through several lives and generations of searching, wandering between spring and autumn, spreading everywhere where you look back.