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I often remember the creek pavilion at dusk. I am so drunk that I don't know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons. ? Realistic society, cruel fate, Fall and rise, restlessness and indulgence, The struggle of life, the harshness of the world, wasted time ? Always live alone in a sense of helplessness. ? Moving forward in the darkness, I just hope that I can light a lamp ? The world is safe and secure, and I will live up to the Tathagata and your Majesty. ? Singing and crying, life is like a play. Life and drama are not what you want. ?