"God said let there be light, and there was light."
"But where is my light?"
There is no shortage of confusion in the world, and only you can find your own direction.
What we can do is listen to the cicadas chirping all over the place in midsummer, and see the flowers blooming in clusters in spring.
The other side of the mountain is no longer a mountain, and the other side of the sea is no longer the sea.
Over there, it is spring full of vitality.
It's an unbearably hot summer over there.
Over there, there is golden autumn all over the fields.
Over there, it's winter covered in snow.
They are freehand flowers and birds, and meticulous paintings of mountains and rivers.
It is to travel around mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and enjoy the prosperity of the world.
It's the green mountains and the curling smoke.
It is a poem that you spend your whole life trying to understand,
and from toddler to ease,
Step by step towards the distance.
This is the meaning of our living in this huge world,
It's what we're looking for so hard,
The meaning of life.
No one has ever told us what the meaning of life is.
Eventually, we become numb.
Like a robot with empty eyes, it was born without a destiny.
Intention: Some people are confused, and some people are navigating.