The Flow of Pen and Ink

Now, this is a sleepless story that circulates between pen and ink. The protagonist of the story is a group of immortals who were supposed to guard the spiritual tower above the nine heavens, enjoying life and fearing death. They compare tens of millions of years to tiny particles of dust floating in the air. Even if they ride on the wind, they will only reach a tiny height. ——Have you heard this story? --What? As the pen and ink circulate, a dream lasts for thousands of years. Will what I chase and what I want to keep finally be like dust and fly away in the wind? Where are you at this time? Are you still above the nine heavens, still tossing and turning in the endless entanglement of fairy and secular love, or are you closing your eyes and staying on the ethereal platform for thousands of years, like cinnabar on your fingertips, shattering the circulation of pen and ink in the mist and rain of Jiangnan with the flow of notes, until you die. If it is like what I said, then I would rather be hungover for thousands of years than follow the clouds and winds and create a paragraph of pen and ink that will last for thousands of years.