The Garments Change, The River Never Ceases
Time is a great river, its waves sweeping away rulers and banners, yet unable to scatter mountains and bloodlines. Leaves wither and fall, yet roots remain buried deep; palaces collapse, yet stars still shine. Systems are only garments that change, while culture and beings are the bones and the breath. If the riverbed dries up, branches and leaves have nothing to depend on; if mountains endure, fallen leaves will grow again. Only by transcending garments and symbols can that undying river be seen.