It's a coincidence, it's fate, it's willingness, it's powerlessness, it's self-blame, it's sadness, it's love and hatred.
So what about the supreme rights, what about the divine road to eternal life? Love is gone, love is gone, leaving only eternal loneliness.
In the end, everything just settled down and transformed into the vast loess.
But I still ask myself, are there still traces of you in all this?
The monk said that I was your calamity, but I actually became your calamity.