When Years Flow Like Water: Missing Each Other

I am a traveling peddler who wanders from street to street. Over the years, I have traveled to places big and small and met all kinds of people, but unfortunately, I have missed them all. Later, I thought that perhaps those I missed were never meant to be mine in the first place. I am still on the road, waiting for the next person...

Suffering is too long, and it all comes from illness and old age; the road ahead is winding, and joy and sorrow are inseparable. Life is too short to cross the boundless mortal world. But if I take one more step, I may yet save a lost soul.