Cultivation Meditations

There is always that faint sadness, and I sigh to myself, Falling leaves are flying, life is parting, Looking at each other across the rivers and lakes! Many years later, my hair is as white as snow, Can you still remember the youthful days when you burst into tears? Looking back at Zhuma, your shadow has been gradually approaching in the autumn rain, Walking on the sword, it is hard to find your trace in the vast sky. Go away, go away... Farewell, farewell... That's it, Forget each other in the world!