If everything turns into nothing, how can we solve the secret realms that are like ink paintings? The ordinary life has returned to nothingness, as if it is a world away but clinging to the side. When I have a long farewell, I am unwavering in the wind and rain, and when I am at peace, I am not willing to let go.
What secrets are waiting for them inside? Or is it him?
Intention: Wait for the flowers to bloom on the other side ahead, don't cling to regrets about the past.