Dream of Drifting Towards the Bright Moon

When you open a history book, no matter how glorious you were during your lifetime—emperors, generals, heroes, geniuses—they will eventually be buried by time. Their names may remain in the history books, but their flesh, blood, thoughts, and warmth have long since returned to dust, as if they had never existed. Does all this make sense? Stop talking nonsense, I'm in place!