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The rivers and lakes are far away, on the horizon, and right before our eyes. The young man broke off a green branch and looked at the sunset. Broken bridges, flowing water, smoke from cooking stoves, and crows cawing. The heartbroken man has returned from the end of the world and wants to ask questions from passers-by. Life is a prison, and it is difficult to advance or retreat. What should we do? So what if I die? How can we easily destroy our body, hair, and skin, which we received from our parents? If so, what is the first step to live and the second to destroy it? As it should be. How should a man be born? Earning fame in front of and behind you only has one sword, two swords, three or four swords. Magnificent? Soon. Are you happy? Xingye. The young man stared at the purple sunset again. The sun was setting in the west. When he looked back, he could not see the heartbroken man in white clothes, white robes and white hair. Take care, sir! The young man jumped off the wall, clapped his hands, and seemed to have made a major decision. Humming a little tune, heading towards the end of the world alone.