The flowers in the valley bloom and fall on their own, enjoying themselves year after year.
After all, people are not like grass and trees. They have a heart. After seeing and encountering it, they will think and remember...
Thinking about it, thinking about it, asking for it but not getting it, tossing and turning, and just like this, it withers away year after year.
Intention: It is said that these minds are inexhaustible, and those other minds are born.
