He witnessed the awe-inspiring moment Pangu split the heavens and the earth.
He gazed upon the splendor of Nüwa mending the sky.
He came from primordial times.
He transmigrated from darkness into dawn,
from the depths of winter into the height of summer.
Three thousand years made a spring,
and three thousand years made an autumn.
Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
He went from timid to brave,
from insignificant to great.
Time could not keep up with his footsteps.
At last,
he looked back, and you had already turned to dust.
He is heaven, he is earth, he is the road to immortality, eternal life. Through the long river of time and the turning of the ages, he has always stood there, never leaving.
