It seems to reflect the clear blue sky of the heart lake.
Wake up, where to wake up?
When listening, how do you know that you are not dreaming?
Heaven and earth are long, and everything grows with the decline.
Where love rises, it is also a place of disillusionment.
The world of mortals is noisy, the crowds are reciprocating, and the clouds are surging.
Each individual seems to be connected, but also seems to be alienated.
People always stand on each other's shores. Both ends of the coast
Impermanence and falsehood build a bridge of fantasy.
After several rounds of wandering, no boat crossed you to the shore.
But only time is flowing.
Floating light, faintly visible.
Reveal the truth of the world
There is only one truth, and that is you.
Unwilling to believe
Shrink in a corner and enjoy happiness alone.
A flower, a leaf, a grass and a tree.
Still in full bloom, withered, turned to soil and turned to dust.
Confused, bound, struggling, the world is like dust.
There will be a time of exhaustion. You know everything.
Your heart is like a mirror, but you didn't wake up.
In March, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and bamboos along the coast are blooming in the wind.
This is the beauty to be seen.
For the short beauty of this night, for the illusion in this eye.
You are willing to indulge and die with time.
Never wake up again