Warning: spoilers involved

From young to old, I have been chasing that beautiful beast. This is the dream. He reached the destination by picking fruits of five colors. After collecting all the fruits, he broke his leg. Is this the price of the pursuit?

Is this a dream come true? I read various documents alone, prayed and pursued in dangerous places such as snow-capped mountains and deserts, exhausted all available methods, and kept traveling. Did I end up with darkness?

When I thought this was the end, I discovered that the original pursuit was the best embodiment of my dream. The fruits are never dim, they are just hidden in the corner of memory. What we harvest during the journey may also decorate other people's dreams.