Folk artists, though devoting themselves wholeheartedly, with the melodies seeping through their abdomens, the flutes sucking in spiritual energy through their lungs, and the drums resonating with the earth and sky from their hearts...
Are they like the arahant statues, frozen in time, forgotten by the world?
They lean on each other in the aspect of life's indifference.
This unintentional neglect also creates wounds in modern life, which trivializes traditional values.