A play is a sutra but a dream, an illusion but a reality. From its discussion, there will be new interpretations. "Everything is oneself! Fairies or gods! But doing righteous things is not always the right way!" Pushing him into endless darkness... Only endless insults, and the forest from which he can never get out. The light beam shines in, and there is no more darkness. Run for your dreams! "Without their desperate efforts and war! Do you think you can survive until now! Do you know how many people they died! How painful!" Endless wars and endless blood flow, desperate efforts to fight, just to give the back a stability...
Intention: Without the latter's hard work and death, there would be no current happiness and stability.