There are three flowers in the world, one withers and one blooms.
The dazzling dream will eventually be shattered, and the ancient trees that grew thousands of years ago will occasionally get tired.
Waking up from a dream is a new beginning, or the old things are fading away, everything has its end.
Therefore, the dream stays with me for a long time, and I sleep with the blue lamp forever.
A dilapidated college shines under an ancient giant tree.
Intention: Eat and wait for death