Ever since I had my thoughts, I have always thought of the beautiful world with blue sky and white clouds, and beautiful winds and sunshine. I can't describe the world I wanted, the world I wanted, it was by no means a world of fighting, killing, conquering and subduing, no matter if he was ruthless, whether he was rich or poor, whether he was rich or poor, whether he wanted fame and fortune, it was not what I wanted, however, after so many years, I knew, I knew.

I can't explain in words what I know, the greatness or sorrow or hesitation of this world, how much love and affection there is in this world, how much kindness there is, how much reality there is, how much money and how much power I have, it is all a process, like the process of the wind passing by the wind, and the transience is like the wind passing by. The wind is strong and the wind is cool, the breeze is breezy and there is no trace.

I am the emperor of music, my music realm has reached the extreme of the universe, there is no learner with my head held high, I bow down to the red dust of mankind from me for hundreds of millions of years, I have embarked on a lonely road alone, and there is no one to trace.

I am the King of Freedom, who was once envied by people for being free and unrestrained, a helpful and unsung hero.

I am the head of the Prajna Devil, and I see all beings as if I look at a different little ant cooperating with each other, extremely affectionate and ruthless, standing in the middle of the hand, full of dialysis of all things, disdainful.

I am the god of the sun, the moon and the god of war, and "war" is not the so-called battle and war of the human race, but the unyielding righteousness of the will and spirit.

I am a Lingdu person, Lingdu past Lingdu future, Lingdu thought Lingdu life and death, Lingdu is the artistic conception above success, and it is the realm above transcendence.

Playing all the way from me, watching from the primitive countryside to the city, watching the science and technology progressing more and more, watching me fall into the trap of human beings being circled by themselves, and must fall into the trap, only to know that there is a trap, the rapid evolution of sound and light, in the self-care, being restricted again and again, being invisible like a lamb to the slaughter, being slaughtered is the spiritual soul and thought, the end of life in the universe is collecting, just like people eating food and living, the savers of that side have to absorb the essence of the process of life, and the experience of this process is what they want. And delicacy is that the richer the life, the higher the thought, the more beautiful and delicious, and the other more are ordinary foods.

When encountering difficulties, we must solve them, we must face them, and escaping is not the way, but if it is a problem that cannot be solved at all, we can only admit it.

When the author wrote a little bit of his own interpretation, the music emperor, the Xiaoyao King, the demon head, the night god, and the Lingdu in the distant world all understood why the author, who was a bystander and his own person (the authority), appeared on the earth in the galactic universe, appeared on the road of Chinese Avenue's thinking, and appeared in the fleeting fate.

You have to admit that it is no longer your world, readers, you are the same as the author, the world you really want does not exist, the world in front of you, birth, old age, sickness and death, making money, just like the old K flying around on a plane, involuntarily, but also the world of his own choice.

This is my world, the world of inspiration, knowing that it is gloomy, knowing that it is impossible, knowing that it is stupid, knowing that there is no bosom friend, knowing that it is futile, knowing that the world is not with me, knowing that it is a human being, knowing that it will die, knowing that it has written to provoke Xiaobaier, knowing that this qiē, I still have to write all the qiē I want to express, even if I can't express it, I am not only the music emperor on the lonely avenue, but also you. (To be continued......)