On the circular tower that symbolizes the "colorless world" of Borobudur, the horizon is clear and cheerful. The heavy rain stopped at this time without any warning. I refused to appreciate the small stupa around, and I was suddenly fascinated by the beauty in front of me. The distant volcano has come closer at hand, covered in a mist like a fairyland, and the twilight of the west appears to have been at sunset. Looking back, I saw a statue of Buddha looking at the distance in the light golden afterglow. The rain on the pedestal reflected his calm and peaceful face, and suddenly it touched. I don’t believe in Buddhism, but I feel the meaning of Zen. A kind of tranquility from the depths of the heart looks at the Buddha statue from the rhombic hole of the pagoda. There is a mysterious feeling, but the 72 small pagodas are different. Degree of damage. Here, there is a heavy sense of history everywhere, but seeing the ruined Buddha statues that have experienced various disasters, there is always a slight sorrow in the heart.