I Don't Know the Clouds and I Don't Know the Immortals

I once sat on the other side of time and space, suppressing the rifts outside the territory alone I once meditated under the bodhi tree and acted out the human race's path to immortality The past is all in the past, only the present is real The spring breeze brings peach and willow trees to the river bank, drinking wine under the tree with the moon wind lingering I asked you how much sorrow you can have. When you meet an immortal, your way will be empty. Rocks, rocks and green mountains are always there, and Dayan evolves in thousands of ways. The road to eternal life is not always clear, three thousand worlds come in a dream It's so cold to reach the top of the peak, looking back on the past and remembering Shannan ps: This article is not a normal prehistoric world view