Dust Falls and Dust Scatters

The iron rope is cold and the dream is warm, and the phantom of the past is your kindness. There is only a solitary shadow on the ground where the body is broken, and the traces of old friends remain. The former dust can be seen in the clear pupils, and the former dust can be seen after the dim light is extinguished. The flute sinks in the old mountains this night, and the sword embers in the sky. The river snow comes from the village. I had no intention of pursuing the Great Way, but I broke the Cangzun due to many difficulties. After several years of sitting there, I thought about my fate as an immortal, and looked back to the human world to return to my roots.