No. 38

山深无人迹 / 白鹿过松前 / 君是有缘见 / 此景不再来

What it mirrors · In the days ahead, a conversation, an encounter, or a one-off chance may appear. It comes to whoever happens to be present, and that is you. Write it down; it won't repeat. The white deer passes the pine and moves on; by the time you look back, it's gone.

A mirror, not a prophecy. It reflects you as you are right now. How you walk is still yours to choose.