Samsara Demon Swamp

There is a demon swamp on my back, and the more I fall into it, the more mad I become. The demon creates madness, and I, Qi Lengqiu, have been mad all my life. Poetry is on the road of song and wine, vitality is the embodiment of human desire, and instinct is the instinct of the heart. Qi Lengqiu, who was stuck in the quagmire, relied solely on instinct. The incompetent way of heaven made Qi Lengqiu feel that his luck was coming and going.