She just watched him fall into the cycle of history, unable to escape or hide.
Su said that I should be a staunch materialist. I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, nor do I believe in strange powers.
I just knocked one step at a time, looking at the bright moon, praying for his long life.
With a snap of the fingers, Fusheng turns out to be a big dream after all. I go against historical facts and betray destiny. I thought I could change his fate, but fate is the gear of history, rolling forward in the great ages.
Maybe I thought I was an exception to history, but maybe I was also a part of history.
Regardless of my actions or not, history remains the same.
Maybe if I hadn't been moved, he would have been looked down upon by me like the old man, and he would have died unwillingly according to history.
But my heart is an exception. I don't believe in mystical theory, nor do I care about immortality. But now I just want to pray to heaven and worship the earth, hoping to pray for his long life.
Intention: I have my destiny, and he has his destiny.