I walk the cliffs without fear, a white horse against the wind, biting through hardship, letting suffering bloom. I write of attachment with indifference, treasuring fleeting moments as eternity. Life and death intertwine, undying. The world is vast, life drifts like the sea; I stand at the black-and-white edge of day and night. Time does not sever, mountains rise, waters flow—though a thousand boats may fail, hearts remain bound. Beyond this world, I wait in a dream too grand to fade.