The Distant Shadow of the Lonely Sail as the Moon Shines Brightly at the End of the World

See all the mountains covered with red, and the forests all dyed. The river is full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying for the current. In the small wooden house on the mountainside, my time has long passed. I am an ordinary old man. In the lingering sandalwood smoke, I can't help but recall my time in the world...