My name is Shenxi, and it is a harp made of Yuyou sacred wood.
This life passed through the hands of many people, but only two of them served as masters.
One lives in illusion for others, and the other lives in illusion spun by others.
There is no difference.
The life of our objects is always extremely long and lonely, from the moment they have a spirit to the end of their form.
On the day when my form disappeared, when I thought about these words, I felt they were ridiculous.
These ten million years of vicissitudes have passed, although they are long but full, although they are lonely but enough. I can witness the fireworks rising in the world, I can see them joyful, angry, sad, and joyful, I can see the beauty of the thousands of miles away being sad and arbitrary, and the flowers are blooming and the moon is full, and the people are lasting forever.
It is already a supreme gift from heaven.
P. S.
1. First person
2. This article has many CPs
Intention: I just want to be a spectator in the world all the time