I stood in my best position when I left.
At the expense of destruction
In exchange for enviable eternity.
Exploding thoughts scattered.
The legend in the shadow is like fog.
Being in a trance in an unknown place is like Satan's spell.
I can't say that name.
Memories are as thick as turpentine, and I am like a moth in the last autumn.
What an inevitable fate this is!
Behind the rumor is silence.
Grow old into a stone statue
Empty eyes swept the yellow leaves in late autumn.
But also through the repeated arrangement of seven laws or quatrains.
Sit quietly and meditate, facing the cliff of Wan Ren.
Lotus petals die against the wind at their feet.
A streamer refracted like water.
They say this is eternity.
Refuse to die, through many vicissitudes.
When I see you again, I can't understand my eager eyes.
Think of it as decoration.
A bun engraved on the back of the head or an antique on display.
But you don't have to remember the sting.
Who once belonged to me.
-It's ashes.