I have tried to hold on to everything that has passed away in the past, but I have never been able to retain the dust that is destined to leave.
When I saw those women again, they were still laughing and angry, and they looked the same in ten years.
I thought nothing had changed, so I rushed here in a hurry, but in the end all I got was the empty sky and the earth.
Many years later, I vaguely realized that I was no different from them.
An era is destined to require millions of dust to lay the foundation. You and I are just a few strokes in the poems of princes, generals and ministers.
I looked back and couldn't see anything anymore.
Intention: Things are the same and people are not the same.