A Sword Roams the World of Mortals

Overt guns and hidden arrows. Very murderous. The swords, lights, and shadows intertwined, and only one sword cut through the sky. Prosperity is like a dream, but it must eventually be empty. The world is so hot and cold, what is the end? Kill a buddha The Buddha said it well: It is clear that there is no life and death, and the comings and goings are permanent; right and wrong are not like yesterday's dream, and they should be accepted quickly and truly. I sigh, I have long taken life and death for granted, why should I fear that the world will come and go, no matter how long or short it is, and I will truly pursue my dreams. Thousands of tears flowed in and out of dreams, right and wrong. When I first woke up, I thought it was cool in the autumn last night. With such a mind, I have seen the grass grow and the orioles fly, I am used to seeing flowers bloom and fall, I have seen through the feasting and feasting, and I have seen clearly the warmth and warmth of people's hearts. The world of mortals, wasted youth, is just a ballad of life. It talks about joys and sorrows, talks about separation and reunion, sings about hesitation and coolness, and sings about the madness of the mood... In the sky and the world, in the world, I just want to shelter one side of the magnanimity, and to keep the land pure, to be the only one who respects myself, to be at ease with myself, and to keep my true heart. Let him make everything turbid and clear, and seek the Zen mind. This is the only state and only this mind. Guard the roots of your soul and don't let it stretch out into the earthly soil and bloom flowers of disgust. Sometimes I can't make up my mind, but when the story is being played, I see everything devastated. Looking at the lights of thousands of houses, I just feel sad, and suddenly look back, who will stand in the dim light? Who could it be? In the thousands of lights, the empty world is lit up for the state of mind...