The fire rises, the dust and smoke rolls up, far away from the sky, the cloud carries the muse of the ignorance, and it is a light and a long way to go, where it floats, it is the abode of the God, or it falls down to the mortal world, the rising sun lights up the lamp, and the mortals interpret it individually, or they interpret it in a mysterious way, or they interpret it in a philosophical way, or they fabricate it, or they fabricate it, or they are afraid of it, or they interpret it in a beautiful way, or they manipulate it, or they enjoy it, and they have a predestined mind! Naked angels descending from heaven, crunching to the ground, predestined, somehow, several man-made sculptures decorated, packaged, educated, face-lifted, rehearsed, on the stage, by God's will or man-made mystery, role-playing on the stage! However, it is lovely, or inherited skills, in the contradiction of cross-reading, constantly disputing, flying through just the idea, leaving the class footprints, history wall corner, may be for you to carve a pen, the oil lamps run out, the setting sun with angels far away, do not know where to go, like you and I, work at sunrise, sunset and rest, the continuation of the generation, the person, standing here, seems to know everything, but also seems to be empty of all the ideas, the idea of a turn, the road to the end of the road. The blazing fire will finally stop, the ashes are empty, calm and silent, the heart that can never be understood, in the poverty of the night, a gust of wind replaces all, brings you back to nature, in the midst of the mystery, man, accept the destiny!