In my previous life, I was a novice sweeping the floor under the Buddha.
You are a flower seed picked up by a peacock. I water you, you sprout and grow leaves, and I take care of you to grow up.
Let's listen to the bells and drums together and listen to the Buddha's teachings, and you will have spirituality.
Later, you grew up, blossomed, and were so beautiful. When I touched you, I was tempted and broke the precept.
He was expelled from Buddhism and went down to earth to endure calamities.
At that time, you have achieved enlightenment and can leave the flower body and transform into a human form.
Yet you left your seat at the Lotus Assembly to seek repayment from me.
I am a mortal and you are a Buddha. You seek me, but I no longer know you. I'm dead, but you're still here.
Later, in order to save me, you also entered the world and went through reincarnation. Over thousands of lives, we may have met, and we missed each other.
Until this life.
I am still a novice, and you are the benefactor who comes to offer incense.
I was sweeping the floor, and you accidentally threw the handkerchief in front of me. I bent down to pick it up, saw the flowers on the handkerchief, and instantly remembered everything.
I have realized it, but you don't know it. I am a novice and you are a flower.
