The world is so ugly, it is born in the world.
As cheap as an ant, and yet stealing a life, why bother asking yourself how stupid it is.
Life is like a flower, it comes and goes in a hurry, and it must eventually turn into a carrion skeleton.
For the lust for power, people do not hesitate to burn their bodies and jump into the deep pool of five turbidities.
Sins hoarded, to the end of confusion.
The carrion fell to the ground and blossomed, the stench dissipated, and the fragrance was released.
Funny people, so ridiculous.
Looking at the ruins full of lust and ambition, wandering ghosts still linger.
Human desire is like a tragic battlefield, no matter ancient or modern, it will never change.
PS: This sung harmony poem appears at the beginning and end of the movie, which can be pondered with the plot and theme of the movie.
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