One day, the fog will clear up and everything will be clear.
That day is in our life, not in the horizon, nor in the distant past.
What blocks the light is the virtual shadow. The sun will drive away the clouds and then penetrate the dirty sky.
This is my prediction, my friend. One day, the shadow will disappear.
We are singers of the universe, coming from ancient dreams and heading for the universe.
We won't hesitate on the road, we passed the old and new villages.
There is no maze and reincarnation, no short and long, just singing.
Storms can't make us stay, gold and silver can't make us move, and death can't make us fear.