There are thousands of roads in the world, none of which I want to take; the world is full of hardships, and I don't want to suffer even a little bit. All roads lead to Rome, but it's a pity that I'm in Rome. If you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers in your hands, but it's a pity that I bring my own body fragrance.
If you don't take the road of the human world but take the road of seizing heaven, you will be cut into pieces by thousands of swords, and you will taste the bitterness and taste nothing. Those who hold high positions have compassion for the people, and they still love them despite the hardships. Turn yourself into a rose and leave your fragrance to the world. It seems that the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, but there are endless scars under the shining wings, and there are endless thorns under the colorful sleeves and robes, but there is a smile on his mouth, and he does not ask for credit, just wishing for peace in the world.
I crossed the mountains barefoot and single-handedly, just to ask you, are you safe?
Concept: The smile of a young man