Thoughts Are Boundless

The mountains and rivers will change with time. The long sky is my only thought. Flying dragons and soaring snakes travel through the nine realms. The dream pen produces flowers, but it is nothing more than a skylark. The secret of heaven sometimes ends, and the prehistoric period sometimes disappears. If the heart is flawless, the broken mirror will eventually become round. What is the swallow in the palm, flying to the sky? What does it mean to be an immortal from heaven? Chaos guards Chan Juan. I don't know who God has pity on, but he is suffering from the calamity of reincarnation. Still asking how the universe can become a boundary, I toss and turn before falling asleep. A thousand-foot-long abyss of bloody evil and resentment, a ghostly realm of eternal calamity. When I first wake up from the nightmare, my heart is still palpitating, and I still fall in love with the flowers falling in the wind in a foreign land. In life, between good and evil, success or failure is not determined by heaven. The neon clouds blend in with each other, and the realm of thoughts has no boundaries.