Three Thousand Flowing Water, Three Thousand Souls

Three thousand flowing water, three thousand souls, eight hundred clouds with no one to return to. It's still like the old days, where the clouds and breezes are clear, and people don't have to worry about it. The vicissitudes of life turn the page again, and the pen is struck with shock. He is a god, who once turned the tide, helped the building to collapse, and looked down on all living beings from the clouds. He is a human being, rewriting a legend that is beyond the reach of the world in that homeland blessed by the gods.