Library

The road is vast, the sky and the earth are blue; all things in the world are the home of souls; there are many saints and sages in the clouds, who have left good names in history; the secrets of heaven have always been buried in the bones, and the way back is far away; there are many things in the long night, and the laughter and grievances of the ages. The world is long, and the years are full of sorrow; the black hair has slipped, leaving only the sound of space; the youth has always been crazy, and fate is inherently unpredictable; thinking about the glorious past, lamenting the mulberry in the sea; the faint ink color is alienating, and a song ends the desolation of the world.